Tweety

My sweet petite bird, in my hand I keep
Your eternal company, my dear treat
A love and devotion, ever so deep
Morning's light starts, with a beam and a greet

I smile thinking of you, throughout my day
My little queen, in her cottage on isle
Reigning, over monkey and many fowl
Floral and treasure, from athwart the mile

I trek back to you each day, land and sea
By wheels two and four, returning to meet
Lovely greetings, which you do oversee
Tired, I relax to lips, tender and sweet

You’re the one, that ensures my very best
Finding new ways to amuse you, my quest

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012