My son says let’s race
So we fly
A little ahead
I decide to lose without losing him
* * *
Walking right on the road
On a snowy night
With my boys
I’ve never felt so warm
* * *
What a wild time
We all had
In the shower room
Playing soap hockey
* * *
Wooduck
I feel for you
You never had hands to stroke
Your own wings
* * *
The greenest pasture
Is always
The one
I am in