daddy’s baubles

I have never received a letter,

said the five year old to the Grandmother

Owl who had a bushy white tufty bunny-rabbit tail beard that

sat hanging from the chin of the owl like a polar bear’s testicular sack.

Daddy’s baubles.

That’s too bad,

letters are best

at this time of year.

When the leaves are orange

and the trees are crying.

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