She's down, but feeling rather bright—she bleating, eating, acting quite content considering that she cannot move.
I didn't mean to write a poem, but these words came and FarmWife wrote 'em—rhymish, with a bumping, lilting groove.
It comes from getting little sleep—we both a vigil had to keep! We're loopy, so would you a nap approve?
|Missy with Jasper Jules on the day of his birth—April 1, 2008|