Single Star

Before dawn, I awoke to find the world muffled in a damp fog, lit only by the orange glow of street lamps.
To the east, the sky was lit bright blue for the oncoming of the sun.
But to the west, the sky lay a midnight and mysterious blue.
Floating about the boughs of one pine tree, I realized I saw a single, bright star, twinkling before the dawn arose and shouldered it aside for the path of the sun.
But as I sit here writing this, it is sinking lower and lower and the sky is getting brighter and brighter....
And soon my little star will fade in the mist
Until tonight.

Black and White

Sometimes I think that whoever realized that
Chocolate and milk
Go fabulously together
Is someone I must be thankful to.
Whoever made chocolate cake
Must have made it with milk specially in mind
And I must appreciate them.
Whoever decided that cake is a good celebatory birthday accessory
I must thank.
I just had my birthday whoopie pie
And while the grown-ups are talking
I will pour myself a cup of cold milk
In my favorite cup
And with some chocolate still in my mouth
I will drink
In Victory
Because I am 12
And never before
Have Black and White
Tasted so good together.

When you go for a walk

And I'm still asleep, make sure you leave a note.
But don't leave it somewhere where I probably will look,
Put it somewhere you know I'll look.
And make it interesting!
Places where you know I'll look;
On my forehead
In or on the toilet
On top or under the iPad
Inside your laptop
Inside my underclothes drawer
And maybe, just maaaaaaaaybe,
Inside the Cookie Jar
(But that's another probably not.)