Sometimes I’m 
								    Soft 
							But Sometimes I’m 
									Itchy

								  I’m only 
									Warm
								When you’re 
							     With me

								  I’m 
								     Cold
							        When I’m 
									Alone


								I’m afraid of
									    Birds 
									And 
									    Storms 
									And 
									  Hairbrushes 
									And 
									 Clothes dryers 
								       And of 
								      My own loose threads

								      I’m afraid of being
									   Left out in the rain 
								      And forever feeling
									  
										  small


									My parents are 
							  	    			 Sheep
						  	   	   But I don’t follow their 
							 				Shepherd


									My baby is a 
										      Ball of lint