“Say What?”

Soft rain carried on tender breeze
Caressed her innocent face.
Sylvan sachet on morning air,
A welcoming fragrant embrace.

The pathway lay in mellow shade
Beneath that cool and verdant rank.
We made our way through shielding trees
And reached the nearby river bank.

She went to climb a crooked oak,
But lying nearby on the lea
She found a gem that caught her eye
And picked it up and ran to me.

A newborn chick, lost, alone,
Lay gently on her sleeve of grey.
“I’ll take it home and keep it safe
Until It's ready to fly away”

Of course she knew I couldn’t agree
We found the nest and left it be.
She was still a bit and then she asked,
“Can we get a kitten?”

Stars

Scattered lights glitter
across midnight rooftop view.
Urban galaxy. ©