The Next (Now?) Generation of Doe Family Poets
I took a trip,
across blank flat surfaces
with whimsical clouds
forming their textured paint.
In my living room I found
a big brown buffalo sitting,
encased in leather,
wooden hoofs
firmly pressed into the green carpet.
He’s there everyday,
and I always like to run my fingers
down his smooth legs
through his smooth fur.
But the movement of his chest,
never gives him away,
and I am contented to sit.
I pretend I am with him in his field,
and we the best of friends,
know nothing more then wide plains.
Alicia Little
[My niece]
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