Fledgling

Sit next to me, my little one

And keep me company

It's quiet in the attic, here

With room for you and me

We'll hold each other in the night

And sleep away the sun

No point in eating breakfast, love

Food's not that much fun

Doubtless you've some questions

As to your present state

Though I'll tell you everything

I'm afraid you'll have to wait

How long, you ask? What do we care

When we've got every night?

Now hush, my love. I know... don't cry.

Everything's alright. 

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.