cherried, not cherished

The blue walls caught the noon sun,
bent bright light when day was done.
Ceiling stars, dreamcatcher spun
on wolf breath, the night begun –
the child refusing to run
from monsters, many or none.
Bed abutting windowpane
so soft rain can soothe this one.

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