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Baby's Quaint Garden
Slumbering baby's feet rest in a quaint garden,
As their youngest member naps peacefully,
A wailing baby stirs, ignores looks made silly,
After a short while, normalcy weighs-in.
An exuberant baby squirms around,
As a whimsical garden undress for young sight,
That being proffered midst an increased, proper light,
Above and under, a baby goes round.
Hush, a ladybug takes flight bouncingly,
A baby's head progresses upward and around,
Venturing to detect the beating sound,
A head steadies, a tiny face powdered with glee.
Coos, giggles, an orange speck gain the distance,
A grinning baby receives the same fate,
While some garden remains behind a closing gate,
And a sun sinks past a white picket fence.
Date: 08/20/2019
Writing Challenge 2, August 2019 - Enclosed Rhyme - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
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