3 November 2012
Tiny hands,
Wide, wide eyed,
Kicking feet,
Yelling cries.
Tear-filled gaze,
Tired yawn,
Gently sleeps,
Wakes at dawn.
Eyes bright blue,
Mouth, a bow,
Fingers grasp,
Her little toe.
Gurgles, noise,
Yelling for food,
Dummy lies,
Away, half-chewed.
All in all,
A little fox,
But she has my heart,
Chained up in locks.
Little One. • Opuss № I