Ribbons, tied up into complicated elaborate bows, placed in the young child
hair, of midnight, of gold, of fire
Fairy Floss, a feast of flushed sugar, sticky fingers grasp, gleeful grins,
hyperactivity abroad, feeding on fun
Dawn, the rose tinted veil, shimmering with the promise of a new day,
coming forth with the sun
Rabbit Eyes, a strange hue amidst such a void of white, the bunny is held
tightly, struggling against the tight grasp, they bulge
Rosebud, the tiny entity, not fully developed, the naive of one so young,
so innocent, becomes one of passion
Tongue, the wriggling beast, the strongest muscle fighting for dominance,
or food, drink or inanimate, it rise triumphant
Piglet, the small squirming shifting baby, suckles at its mother's breast,
striving for survival, and coming out on top, this time.