Lucky Cecily Gets Flowers


I put some food under her nose,
But she didn't eat.

I picked three flowers
And laid them at her feet.

She might be hiding somewhere
After the flowers.

I know—
She might be in the tree.

She might be over the fence
If she's not in the tree.

Happy Cecily, she gets here again!
My, my, my...


©2016 Michael Fraley




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