The veining in natural tile caught my eye...the inspiration for my poem.
From his feathered bed a crown upon his head The little king held court the animals did cavort With the tilt of his hand he struck up the band The fiddler sprang to his feet with playful notes, he did repeat The music calling every child to sing and dance ~ be wild When the moon said “enough” the king went into a huff The fiddler dropped his bow and the animals laid down low The children closed their eyes hearing whispers of soft lullabies.
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