She sleeps under a lemon treeShe sleeps under a lemon tree… a gentle soul, with a scary growl never a moment of lull, not even in her dreams.
She sleeps under a lemon tree… those mornings i would wake to her cold nose on my cheek, a slob of wetness, the low whimper, warm snuggles on cold winters.
She sleeps under a lemon tree… monkeys to be chased, birds to be scared, strangers to be barked, Oh ! and the mice, they dare not come near.
She sleeps under a lemon tree… her favorites: green fields, open rooftops, sunny days, rainy monsoons, slow afternoons, wild seas, sandy beaches, long walks, crazy runs, car rides, stealing pies, grabbing socks, hiding them under rocks.
a month short of fifteen
She sleeps under that lemon tree... with her soul now wild and free.
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