Noah Bell

As Noah Bell smells the air,
the neighbors stand and gape.
He dances, prances, runs around,
displaying his red cape.

Together they’ve been around the world,
or yard as some would say,
With trees as towers and fiery dragons,
depending on the day.

He always wears a sparkling smile,
reflecting what’s inside,
Not evil, fear, or discontent,
not brokenness, just pride.

Pride bestowed by those he loves,
they’ll be there til the end,
He has a month or maybe two,
though who dare tell his friend?

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