Redhawk Caldera Heartsigh.

tawny lark wriggled, proud and bold,
through fairywren’s curls of brown and gold —
her paws all clumsy, her muzzle slick,
she buried her face in the meal so thick.

she snorted once, then twice again,
a meat-mouthed grin from chin to chin,
and though her belly roundly grew,
she wagged — she knew — mom watched her too.

with milk-warm glee she gave a chirp,
a hiccup, then a tiny burp,
for favorites change from day to day,
but tawny lark would always stay.