Emily is turning four

In honor of Indus Emily the Dickens' (named before I ever heard of Grantchester) fourth birthday and in lieu of birthday cake because she could care less how it looks as long as she gets the meat and cheese, here she is.

 She arrived during a snowy winter.

 She decided that Miro was a tasty chew toy.

 Growing up, she became an expert napper just like Miro.

Fuzzy

or freshly groomed

bowed under circumstances

or coming in from the rain,

she brightens every day.

and continues to write doggerel.

Chicken is fickle

meat is neat

fish is delish.

Serve cheese for brunch

crunch carrots at lunch.

You say I'm sweet,

so where's my treat?