The Wullabie

Here she comes, the grey wullabie,
Entranced by the sound of a lullaby.
Skipping and hopping, no thought of her stopping
Until she is there, outside the room where
Sleeps a child to the sound of a lullaby
And the satisfied sighs of the wullabie.

Enhanced is the world of the wullabie
When she hears the sound of a lullaby,
A sound soft as wool with a magical pull,
An attraction that powers her unusual traction,
Loping and leaping towards a child sleeping
And a mother who’s singing and quietly bringing
Peace to a baby and the grey wullabie,
Now sleeping herself to a sweet lullaby.