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When the Cat met the Mouse at the mall,
They got along fine and all…
Until Cat saw Mouse’s house!
And she spat at the Mouse,
Hissing, “It’s no more than a hole in the wall!!”
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Lighting up the night.
A mystic sphere in the sky.
Moon is father to Earth.
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WINTER
Silent Peaceful
Snowing Dazzling Freezing
Icicles White Yellow Sun
Windless Warming Relaxing
Playful Bright
SUMMER
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Whispering through trees.
Flowing waves in the dark sky.
Wind is Nature's music.
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A cat is a singer
Always on key.
A cat is a tourist,
With the world to see.
A cat is a guard;
A protector of the night.
Sometimes, a teddy bear,
To make the dark alright.
A cat is a sailor!
(Though her ship never nears the sea!)
A cat is a conversationalist
The ideal companion for tea.
A cat is a doctor,
For every sickness, an aid.
Often an illusionist
Into thin air she will fade.
A cat is royalty
Her every need must be met!
A cat is a protector
(Of her rules that must be kept!)
A cat is a critic.
The food is never right!
A cat is a boxer;
She can put up a fight!
A cat is a lover, a tyrant, a clown.
You don’t need to vote her president,
She’s always leader of her town!
A cat is a pain.
A pain in the you-know-where!
“After all I’ve done for her!” You think.
“After all that love and care?”
But a cat is also God’s gift:
A miracle from above!
So when the sky falls on you
She will be there to share her love!
A cat is an actress;
She always steals the show!
A cat is a know-it-all,
She’s learnt everything there is to know!
A cat is a dramatist.
The star of every act.
But a cat is,
Of all things,
Just that.
A cat.
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Bouncy Red balloons
Pulling tightly at children’s hands,
Slowly uncurling small
Fingers
Whoops!
Fingers slip
Whee!
Bouncy red balloons
are free!
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Down here, I cannot look up, cannot see the faces
of those around me.
Down here, I cannot find my way through the endless crowds
that push me, unseeing
Down here, I continue to shrink,to sink; un-noticed;
invisible to everyone around me.
Down here, I can never see anyone eye to eye,
never be equal to those around me.
Down here, acceptance is just out of my reach.
No-one wants to push it down, to let me grab it.
Down here, I cry, and no-one hears.
Down here, I am forever alone.
Alone.
Up there, someone stumbles, reaches out
too steady himself.
Up there, someone catches my eye as he straightens up,
dusts himself off.
Up there, someone hesitates, his eyes flicker.
Uncertain.
Up there, someone decides. Decides to reach out.
To be different.
Up there, someone smiles. Someone's hands reach down
,lifts me up.
Lifts me to his eyes
Equal.
Up here, I look down to where
I used to lie.
Up here, I smile, I smile like
anyone else.
Acceptance.
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Yellow is the sun, shining down so bright.
Yellow are the stars, lighting up the night.
Yellow is a baby's blanket, touching baby's cheek.
Yellow is a cloth, keeping rooms shiny, neat.
Yellow is a chick, fluttering new wings.
Yellow is a canary, cheerful bird that sings.
Yellow is happiness, leading us into the day.
Yellow is a light, leading us, come what may.
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