The Needs And Wants Of A 3 Year Old

Mommy, do you have my purple wings?
Your purple wings?
Yes Mommy my purple wings,
I need them.
No my dear,
You don’t have purple wings.
Can you make me purple wings, Mommy?
Sure honey, but why do you need them?
I need my purple wings to fly to the sky,
Cause I want to catch me a helicopter.

poem by M. Rose Davis
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Lycanthrope Dreams

The moon is full
I cannot sleep
I sit and ponder
Here in my keep

There once were werewolves
Rumors have said
In a distant time
But are they all dead?

Or did they evolve
Over century's past,
To walk among us,
Cured at last?

So tell me now,
Do you feel the pull,
To howl at the moon
When it is full.

poem by M. Rose Davis
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