You have three ebony buttons tightly sewn into your cotton-ball face.
cow patterned pink & black pebbles cushion your steps as
you discover trouble.
The sound of the bell laced around your neck is fair warning to all.
The hyperactive monkey is coming their way.
You are the devious demon with
saws for teeth,
the terrible tyke disguised in perfectly deceiving packaging.
You are the velcro-attached ball of lint that bites
MY ankles.
You would be just another snowball in the midst of a storm.
You are the rabbi, cloud and plush toy jumble that I
Love so dearly
….Most of the time.
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