The Scribble

I am a scribble
A SCRIBBLE!

I scribble in the morning
I scribble in the daytime
I scribble in the evening

Porpoise

This morning I pulled a porpoise from the sea:
Without thinking I reached in,
plucked it out
With my small hands
And laid it on the pier.

Friendship

Only you would take my head
in the basket of your arms
and hold it against your heart
despite all the misgivings and misunderstandings;