One kiss to open up the day, One kiss at night to close it fast; Sometimes a kiss or two between, To help the first and last. But when I woke this morning early, I caught her pecking at my face; Greedy for grain, she pecked and pecked All over the golden place. And artful I, still feigning sleep, Lay quiet, while that little chick Enjoyed the grain Love scattered there — And still went on to peck. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE COMING OF ARTHUR by ALFRED TENNYSON FEBRUARY THAW by KENNETH SLADE ALLING SONNET (3) by JOACHIM DU BELLAY THE MESSAGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LORDS' MASQUE: CHORUS (2) by THOMAS CAMPION |