Among such friends with feathers fair

Words mean little and ring untrue

But in close company one must ere

A knife bleeds not what a cutting word can do

For when such a friend turns fowl

Cherished memories blind

the wolves come out to howl

And teeth sink in from behind

Words of caution must be given as charity

For the truest friends will give honest reply

With intent of growth and prosperity

...

Oh wonderous magic of stars burning bright,

For all of the wishes whispered into the night.

Like all those before me I hope and I pray,

A simple wish from the heavens to hold you someday.

I counted the days and thought only of you,

Knew every month which month you’d be due.

I carefully observed every swelling and sway,

And knew as the weeks passed that you were now on your way.

And there in that...