We said: “Nancy Catch!”
She said: “###########”
We said: “Come on Nancy!”
She said: “Guaugasaudgeae”
No matter how many times we threw ball at her,
One-year-old Nancy, stood her ground.
Her attention is like that of a squirrel,
One minute here, another minute there
Perhaps, she thought the ball is just a bait
We are told she likes to stand bedside rose plant
and smell mud. It’s dangerous how cleverly
she talks to crow and makes clouds move.
It’s like a party we keep getting invited to
once she started standing her ground,
her fingers pointing to all the birthday gifts.
Once upon a time, she looked away from a breeze in March
It took a revolution for the wind to meet her again.
Recently, when one of us picked her up,
Nancy cried because she got scared
And because she didn’t want to be up in air.
All she wanted was to not move at all.