A Little Angel? Poem by Juan Olivarez

The little angel is fast asleep,
His horns on the nightstand beside his bed.
Oh my what a chore it was,
To get the damned things off his head.

His tail is rolled up for the day,
In a dresser drawer, securely stored.
Very carefully hidden away,
Taken from the child that roared.

His little cloven hoof, is back in it's case,
Oh see the little angel sleep.
Dear lord what an angelic, heavenly face,
Wandering in his dreams so deep.

10/2/10 Alton Texas