I know a little lady
Who lives in a very little house.
She sleeps a lot, but when she’s awake,
She moves about, kicking the walls.
Why does she kick the walls?
Is she livid?
Is she ecstatic?
Is she mad?
I cannot tell.
I say I know her, and so I do,
Though I have never seen her.
She’ll be moving soon,
And though she may not like the move,
I doubt she’ll want to go back
To her very little house.
Originally posted on The Abundant Heart.