WATERMARK

Baylus turns and says

look! Sky is separating

from land, you can see

the line of the mountains.

Pris says, have some tea,

have a cookie, comfort

Teddy. That line is still

hazy and dim, don’t go.

Baylus drinks the air.

Baylus rocks a bear.

Baylus pulls his boy-

sword, and vows

to stay the grownups.

Pris makes a nest

of blankets, pillows

and plush elephants.

Baylus says, it’s time

now, it’s time for you

to fly. I fade now. I

fade.

Last month, Didi at cafe’ cafe’ invited us to write about our muse, and then challenged us to write an aubade for one of our peers and his/her muse. This was mine, for Pris.