The little girl bounces around,
with that infectuous energy children often have.
She smiled and twirled,
her dark pony tail bouncing in the air.
She jumped onto the porch swing,
kicking her legs high in the air.
She held a walkie-talkie to her mouth
and chattered away.
Who was it that heard her voice?
Perhaps a friend from school that she misses,
maybe a cousin down the block.
Could be someone from her imagination.
But what does it matter?
For anything is possible,
to a child’s mind.
Clever Girl 