My Baby Hen
I believe she knows
Her ginger embrace
Intentional words
She’s my saving grace
The way she lingers
Then ups her stride
Adjusting her speed
To warm my side
Her language of love
It’s just what I crave
But how would she know
Things I never would say
Still, it’s evident
She’s ever so wise
She sees my soul
Right through my eyes
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