Wednesday, December 16, 2015

350. Fourth Day of Christmas Writing

Silently I watch the lady
Protectively I guard the baby
Waiting for the little cry 
That I dream will fill the sky.

Sit. Watch. Guard.

I hover here above the child
Guarding one so meek and mild

I hum a low sound
Soothing ears of one noble
The ox watches on

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