Wrong Place At the Right Time

It was a warm, bright, sunny day. Anne let her two cats out to play. Pooh, (the rocket), blasts off without care. Peach takes his time getting anywhere. Complete opposites in every way, Agreeing only on the games they play. Pooh is always in a hurry, His world is hazy and blurry. He is older, but dark like night. So he thinks he is always right. Always looking toward the sky, If he gets faster, he can fly. Peach is trying to see it all: Everything large, everything small. Like a turtle- steady and slow, His world has a colorful glow. Younger, drawn to colors bright like he, Living life happy and care free. Now these two are buds of the best- Friendship most never would have guessed. Always an adventure they will find. Trouble finds them, of every kind. Today no different, of course. Hear crying, try to find its source. They come up to the larger house, & find a tiny crying mouse. Not thinking the tired mouse will make it, Offer a ride, hope he will take it. Already dark when they reach their goal- A well-hidden little mouse hole. Just as mouse is climbing down, Mama Mouse pops out of the ground. As they began walking away, Peach learns a lesson the hard way. Anne grabs Peach and shuts the door. Knows trouble, not what it's for. She tells him, " Don't go out to play. Stay inside the rest of today." Mama Mouse comes and hugs him tight. Anne sees this and makes things right. Now a hero, there is no crime, The wrong place at the right time. 04/21/23 "Write a Sweet fairytale for children with good outcome, (nobody gets hurt)...." Poetry Contest Entry submit Sponsor: Bj Legros Kelly