The Tale of the Feral Fireside

Gather close
Crackling
Spots of light
Falling snow
Fireside
Gather close
tales
Star stuff
You and me

Long day
Trees of light
Crying kids
Stupid fights
Pack it in
Unpack it now
Settle in
Settle down

Darkness cold and still
A day ahead
To hold and heal
Time to rest
One more story?
Ya ya ya ya
Bounce bounce bounce

Mullusk love poems
Boys in rooms
Through seams in walls
other worlds
Flying high
 Set color to the sky
Oh my little Asher Kai

Feral days
Running fast
To do
To do
Always to dos
In piles
In lists
Forgot to smile
Got lost in it
Wandered back

A sweet end
another day
His wings are shadow
Yet bring the light
Baby
Baby
Snuggle in
Happy
Here
Again













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