Last night I fell into a deep sleep,
my cat precious slept with me.
I could swear that old Mother Moon,
slept with us, I swear, it’s true.
Mother Moon she’s truly wise,
but she get’s tired, I surmise.
The thing that puzzles me the most,
when she’s asleep, how does she glow?
Perhaps she’s playing a trick on me,
I wonder if Precious ever sees,
her opening her eyes during the night;
boy, that would be funny, alright.
I’ll wait awhile, pretending I’m asleep,
then when Moon isn’t looking, I’ll take a peek.
I’ll see if I can catch her open eyes,
I’ll bet she’ll get a big surprise!
Legend has it, that in the land of Bedelay,
there resides a tribe of Elder, Wood Fey.
Faerie keepers of the Elder trees,
who ride upon the whispering breeze.
The Elder or the Sambucus,
has bred many magical instruments.
Its blackened berries, keep you well;
but red ones sound a true death knell.
And the magic of an elder harp,
played at dusk, just before dark;
can lull you into deepest sleep,
as dreams into your head, doth creep.
Elder Mother, she will share,
her secrets with those, napping there.
Beware though, make offering unto her tree,
Before partaking, and she’ll bless thee.
The Wood Fey, guard Elder Mother well;
disrespect her and you’re under a spell.
You could easily become an Elder Tree;
if you don’t believe, dare and you’ll see.
Never cross, Elder Mother, the Wood Fey
or any other being, in their vicinity.
Otherwise, an Elder tree,
she’ll make of thee!
Last night, I rode upon a sea of dreams,
a whale and grandpa rode them with me.
I felt water hit me as I sailed in my bed;
it was only the whale nodding his head.
He splashed all around those waters of blue,
while rays of moonlight cast silvery hues.
The fish, how they danced in and out of the waves;
a Salmon leapt by me, a Tuna, a Blue Hake.
My bed, it sailed better than any old boat;
when the dream began I was trapped in a moat!
As it turned into ocean with waters blue-green,
I realized the whale, it was a Baleen.
The whale, he told me that he was endangered,
why should he confide in me, a stranger?
My Grandpa told me the very next day,
when I grew up, the whales I could help save.
Little Zoom a very white mouse,
who lived in a humongous house,
single and without any spouse;
but he loved Strauss, but he loved Strauss.
Though he tried to learn how to waltz,
always needing some smelling salts,
his clumsiness was not his fault;
had plenty schmaltz, had plenty schmaltz.
One day he received a scooter,
with red wheels it looked like pewter,
on it there was no one cuter;
Waltzing scooter! waltzing scooter!
Now Zooms spins around the big house,
this scooter-waltzing little mouse,
to the enchanting strains of Strauss;
a waltzing mouse, a waltzing mouse.
I’m Bella the magical kitten,
with Daddy’s writing I am smitten.
while napping upon his journal,
with my talents, supernormal.
I’ll live all his adventures in my dreams,
watching them play out in dreamscape scenes.
Daddy’s not lived a boring life,
though he’s endured a bit of strife.
through these pages I’ll come to know him,
every thought, every feeling and whim.
My new Dad’s a great guy, ever so wise;
I wonder, if he’ll bake Tuna Surprise?
~My Pet Dinosaur~
(Rhyme)
I have a dinasour for a pet
He likes to eat all he can get
Prefers plants more than meats
He loves insects,dislikes bats.
The other day I took him to school
He had a great time it was cool
My friends of him were afraid
Because his big teeth displayed.
I'm so glad he came with me
But my teacher did not agree
She had plants over the wall
And my dinasour ate them all!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
January,11,2015
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