spying on her majesty
gazing out between
the bars
of her crib
sounding out whole phrases
melodies of complex simplicity
that seem to mean so much
to her
smoothest skin
most curious eyes
soft fluffs of golden hair
bobbing around
as she dances
to the music
in her head
full of wonder
amazement
uncensored expression
she is graceful
and so very alive
plopping back down
to study the clouds
painted on her ceiling
and to feel the crib rail
against her toes
sweeping the blanket
over her perfect, bare skin
my heart skips a beat
the fog lifts
in her majesty’s head
as the little wolf rises
to take on the world.