i have monkeys who swing hard on furniture and make-believe, and on strong Daddy's shoulders.
i hear a stampede of elephants and wonder how my house can hold them all,
only to find 6 impish eyes staring back at me.
we even have a panther, all bagheera disdain and flicking tail, and his ears get pulled a little too often.
i was once baloo (my nonvirtual friends understand), but now i'm mama bear, less silly (though i have my moments) and more fierce love.
best of all, we have a King here,
not man, not fire, not water, He lives here, reigns here
even in the messy jungle of our hearts and home.