In The Mirror
Mellow representations, Miss Pinky. This poem of yours defines perennial poetry. It would read fresh and new each Christmas season.
Now, let's get to the meat and potatoes, shall we, dear poetess? I've looked and looked and need you to correct me if I'm wrong,
but I cannot find a single creature in your picture whose name doesn't start with a 'D'! I only see ducks, deer, and a dog!
...just bein' Bluesy