with silver gray finger paints. stealing

granny's cabbage, their pink finger-button

noses a-twitter, looking like sinister

gremlins in this twilight, under her bedroom

window, in the pansies and the tulips that

mother painted. there's a mouse there, in

the rhododendrons with a plan of escape from

that feisty alley cat at the corner of the

house. the azalias are full of the robin

family, and a preying mantis, arms folded in

silent mastication. the stars are on the

ceiling like a bag of faery-dust sprinkled

for hannah's protection. the golden puppy by

her crib stands sentinal over baby-girl.

daddy's in the corner, on the wall, in his

rocker, with a book, and a smile, and a

watchful loving eye.

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