Mother sings her child to sleep,
Each word softer than a thousand counted sheep.
Lizards and crickets scurry outside,
Openly adding to the tunes as they hide.
Drizzle begins to blanket the yard;
Young one finds peace in mother's guard.

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• Date written: May 8, 2017 • Word Count: 40 • Line Count: 6 • Stanza Count: 1 •

[This was written on my 16th birthday! Which means, my better poems are going to start gradually coming :) Yay!]