– Baby –
So many faces to see.
So many wet kisses for free.
They hug me and sing.
Some bounce me on a knee.
They shove pink fluffy toys in my face.
I want to throw them all over the place.
Who are they?
When will they go?
I don’t want these strange faces to stay.
I want to be alone in our home.
Strangers let go when I throw a fit.
And if I poop, they all lose it.
I want Mama’s milk.
I want Papa’s arms.
I love her sweet nectar of silk.
I love his warm gentle charm.
I don’t like strangers’ smells. Sour and strong.
Mama smells sweet. Wish she held me all along.
Strangers are loud and hold me so weird.
What’s a football? Am I a football?
Papa is quiet, never holding with fear.
Eyes get heavy. World gets dark.
I awaken to the sound of a bark.
Mama scolds Fluff.
I don’t see strangers.
Thank you, for the ruff.
Papa’s arms have no danger.
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