Staring into the sun
Standing straight and tall.
Fuzzier than my hair in the morning.
Standing there
Like me staring off into space.
As quiet as sleep,
a nose rounder than the earth and darker than the sky at night.
Fuzzy like a bee.
Sometimes you can blow away because you are fine and delicate
with you I feel like I’m in a world with daisies and roses,
So safe inside
Fuzzier than my heart when I get a surprise.