it's the morning Kiki
little fawn
your white spots
are being grown over
with tan
like all of us
that march in this sun fire
I know you are quite
pleased about this
I've seen you
pretending to drive
but ready your eyes child
to look for those
spots soon
when your fantasy world woods
turn into only trees
it's the morning Kiki
yes your glow in the dark stars
bounced and giggled
and spotlighted your dreams
while you slept
but ready your welcoming mind child
nights will come
when you'll wish
those stars were all
that drifted
into your silence
it's the morning Kiki
the picture of the turtle
you painted with honey
is on my wall
it's fragrance woke me
remember your imagination
freely laughing
making it
ready your spirit child
some ferocious afternoon will come
when your paint brush
will shake in your hand
dripping red
because the turtle shell
you're creating
lacks in it's tints
it's the morning Kiki
the squirrels
you all named "Frosty"
have big nuts in their mouths
and are trotting the lawn
watching them through the window
makes your cereal feel
like it came with a prize inside
but ready your senses child
they can easily be forgotten
when all are engrossed
in a fresh sheet of snow
they can be like a crow
gone in the presence
of a vibrant multi-colored swallow
it's the morning Kiki
heaven is your glitter
at your feet
glue it down
before you must watch
it's exiting dreamy ballet
but ready your fingers child
for when you breathlessly
must get it under your nails
it's the morning Kiki
today I will call you
Dawn
little fawn
your white spots
are being grown over
with tan
like all of us
that march in this sun fire
I know you are quite
pleased about this
I've seen you
pretending to drive
but ready your eyes child
to look for those
spots soon
when your fantasy world woods
turn into only trees
it's the morning Kiki
yes your glow in the dark stars
bounced and giggled
and spotlighted your dreams
while you slept
but ready your welcoming mind child
nights will come
when you'll wish
those stars were all
that drifted
into your silence
it's the morning Kiki
the picture of the turtle
you painted with honey
is on my wall
it's fragrance woke me
remember your imagination
freely laughing
making it
ready your spirit child
some ferocious afternoon will come
when your paint brush
will shake in your hand
dripping red
because the turtle shell
you're creating
lacks in it's tints
it's the morning Kiki
the squirrels
you all named "Frosty"
have big nuts in their mouths
and are trotting the lawn
watching them through the window
makes your cereal feel
like it came with a prize inside
but ready your senses child
they can easily be forgotten
when all are engrossed
in a fresh sheet of snow
they can be like a crow
gone in the presence
of a vibrant multi-colored swallow
it's the morning Kiki
heaven is your glitter
at your feet
glue it down
before you must watch
it's exiting dreamy ballet
but ready your fingers child
for when you breathlessly
must get it under your nails
it's the morning Kiki
today I will call you
Dawn
