A Lullabye for Baby

I could live with this song braiding itself into my mind for a year. I could have a scotch and spend hours... And would draw a picture, put it on the table, put the table on the wall, turn the room, sit on the ceiling, the song will Play, "Oh my baby is like a little black star" and sometimes I wink at my little Jesus and turn into the whale. Add to that a trickle of watered down honey, rolling off the chin, puddling on the floor, where was that button dropped off my coat? The square bottom button from the coat that I hated till I worry, "will that button grow a button tree?" The arrogance of buttons, zippers, cuffs and hems, even this new wool coat, covered in the fur of itself, round little pills of wool, it is arrogant, the fool's coat.