Arm’s Reach

The egg nogg had made him a little

groggy and bedtime was no time for

scaling heights like wayward kites or

 birds on a lark. When the spark of the

 day goes away, we usually stay abed and

shed the day’s woes down around our

beckoning toes! But some nights, I am

 a vagabond kite, that sails the ocean

blue looking for you in your cute little

 canoe. And, so long as the oxygen lasts,

I will anchor me next to you and In

the event of alarm, I am within arm’s

                             Reach!