da ‘cary mon’ters
On windy nights, the monsters are rampant.
(in a whispery, wavering voice) “Mommy, I’m ‘cared of da mon’ters.”
Oh, my poor heart.
Fears abate…
When tucked in with a brother.
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Clinton says:
Thank heavens for baby dragons!