a little blonde head
attached to a little girl body
peeks around
an opened door
down the hall.
she observes the ruckus
and keeps a close watch,
but all the little blonde head
attached to a little girl body
resolves to do
is turn around
stick a tiny little thumb
into a tiny little mouth
and turn back in a tiny little circle
to the big, warm crib
in the third bedroom on the left.

who knows what she'll dream of tonight.