My petit pois!
Four peas in a pod,
you the youngest.
Spunky; my tiniest
bird in the nest.
One winter’s day
you flew away to
a place so unsure
what to do with you.
My youngest,
my spunky, funky
petit pois.
Your nest feathered
and fluffed
waiting for you.
I am the pod,
you are the pea.
When will you come
back to me?