Rejoicing in Mud
There she stood,
Bare feet covered
Wrapped in a blanket,
A blanket of cold, cold mud,
She stooped down,
Resting in the mud,
She moved so so slowly
Like a cat catching a butterfly,
A flash of a smile,
She struck the mud,
Grabbing fistfuls
Little hands thrust into the air,
Rejoicing in the simplest forms,
In mud,
How icky and how fun it can be,
A toothy smile
Grinning at me,
At the mud

