A Tile Tale
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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.
Copyright © Paulette Calasibetta | Year Posted 2022
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