Brown and white huddled
On floor between seats
Sharing secrets and giggling
‘Neath numerous feet,
Blending hearts- tempus fugit!
By His Good
Don’t refuse it,
Despite all who wished it,
We wouldn’t lose it.
Friendship extended,
We don’t ruin or bruise it.
Let us like The Child
Though Hell-bent won’t regret,
Readily accept,
Not abuse it.

Copyright 2011. L.L. Shelton.