The World at Three

by Dana Van Wie

Your devoted arms cuddle his small warm body.

Enough! There's a world to explore.

Study industrious ants on the sandy patio.

A caterpillar munches a tasty leaf.

Little fingers reach to grab. Stop!

Sound in the distance, an uneven Ppp p pp.

He searches the horizon for...

There it creeps into view, emerald green.

Oooh! A tractor.

Tumble through the weedy jungle.

He must get a better look.

But what's that? The saffron petals snatch his fancy.

He trots right back, prize in hand.

Stubby hands award you

Dandelions.