How I love to wake up with the sun in my face,
I huddle up close to mamma and her loving gaze,
We go together, hop, and find food for the day,
And I'm happy, I know we'll be together always.

I don't like waking up in the night.
It's too dark, and I'm full of fright.
Where's mamma? Where's the light?
I go out to look for her, and I'm smite.

Eyes are open wide, I don't know where I am.
How long has it been? I can see mamma now.
I scream and plea, but she moves like a plant.
Mamma, wake up, something's coming closer.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Sarapin, in the year 1006 AF.