You wore pink from head to toe.
Pink. Pink. Pink. And more pink.
Just like what I see when I look into the closet -- pink.
I'd like to say this was a smile. But it was more like a laugh that turned into a squawk.
Later, I let you hang out and play at the window, which was a major treat.
You aren't the only one who likes to be up there.
Pizwit tries to escape into a small crevice at the side, but not if you can help it.
I love you,