on her owl backpack,
she does have blood in her wing
so she’ll be fine.
But there’s no milk
or blue berries.
“But she’s allergic to furpleberries” I remind her.
“Oh yeah, don’t give her furpleberries”.
Serious silence sinews our thoughts together.
I took off her heart
so she won’t be sick anymore.”
“Why, Dr Bailee,
you’re a genius…”
After contemplating the important work we’ve accomplished,
eight year old niece decides we need a song. Her currently favourite song.
(If you are so inclined, please sing and dance with us):
(featured image artwork by Dr Bailee)