We haven't done Poetry Friday in months. Winchester and I decided to do it today, but he's nowhere around. Hmmmm. Well, I'll post myself. Today's selection is from a collection of poetry I found on The Writer's shelves. It's called Everything and Anything by Dorothy Aldis (1925).
"Night and Morning"
The morning sits outside afraid
Until my mother draws the shade;
Then it bursts in like a ball,
Splashing sun all up the wall.
Andn the evening is not night
Until she's tucked me in just right
And kissed me and turned out the light.
Oh, if my mother went away
Who would start the night and day?
(I don't suppose Winchester went away? No--he never gets too far from his food dish.)