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...CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LITTLE GIRL FOUND, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE STARLIGHT NIGHT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE SISTERS by JOHN BANISTER TABB A WATERPIECE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO HIS DEAR FRIEND MR. JOHN EMELY by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |