LACEY by Christine Springer / Your best friend, Christie

Three weeks shy of twenty-one,
Lacey`s found her spot of sun.
Chicken was her favorite treat,
Now there`s more than she can eat.
why did you go
little four paws?
you forgot to shut
your big eyes.

where did you go?
like little kittens
are all the leaves
which open in the rain.

Little kittens who
are called spring,
is what we stroke
maybe asleep?

do you know? or maybe did
something go away
ever so quietly
when we weren’t looking.

From Chansons Innocentes
e.e. cummings

My Boo-Boo, my Bunny, my Precious,
my Best Girl, my Geezer Meezer,
my Little Chicken Face, my Poultry Queen.
Take a little cat nap, and
when you wake up
I’ll be there with a freshly roasted chicken
for you to feast upon.
I love you.


You will forever be sleeping next to my heart.
25, Jan 2006
Christine Springer