My Baby's Flute

A nursery rhyme I wrote for a contest a while back. No, I didn't win anything.

My Baby’s Flute

High note

Low note

A twittering teasing tune

My baby played a wooden flute

Whittled upon the moon

Whenever the moon was shining

We came to hear her play

A lovely song

A lonely song

A lullaby

A lay

All the stars would gather

All the crickets too

Forest critters

Eyes a-glitter

Creeping into view

My baby played a sad song

While wolves around her howled

Then a ditty

Short and pretty

Saw bobcats strut and yowl

Frogs croaked deep with sonnets

Mice with love songs squeaked

Baby kept pace

With infinite grace

Even as barn owls screeched

But before very long

Baby'd played the last song

A ballad her own hand had penned

The stars whispered warning

Soon it’d be morning

Our concert must come to an end

Night creatures flee

So do Baby and me

We know now is the time to scoot

But tomorrow night’s new

This time you should come too!

To hear Baby play songs on her flute

Copyright 2011, Laurie E. Still