Seasons

Here's a new poem I wrote about the seasons. Enjoy and have a wonderful day!

The winter makes its mark on the ground,
Rolling through the hills and all around,
Gesturing everyone who sees,
And always touched by the fields and trees.

When with the spring comes warmth and sun,
The flowers making people run,
Bringing life to the ones who might,
Till the darkness sets and brings the night.

The summers rolls through very fast,
Forgetting the essence of the past,
But with the leaves there comes tomorrow,
Bringing fall and faces of sorrow.

In the fall the little ones go,
To the school they've grown to know,
But the day brings no pleasure,
Going to school is not a leisure.

The littest kitten

The littlest kitten comes down every day,
from a big mountain that's far far away,
there lives on the mountain a firey soul,
it wants the kitten at any toll,
the kitten must hide day after day,
on that big mountain that's far far away!

Thank you Noodlebug for the inspration for that poem/song!

The Cat and the Kitty

The cat and the kitty were both very pretty,
And once they were asked to a ball.
When they said no, the king cancelled the show,
And then there was no ball at all!

A short while later they were asked by a trader,
If he could trade for some fur.
When they didn’t accept, the man tried his best,
But he could not get them to pur.

The cat and the kitty were both very pretty,
But they thought if they showed their faces,
They would get caught, and kept to distraught,
So they did not go to such places!

So the cat and the kitty kept their lives pretty,
Never to show a soul.
The cat and the kitty lived in the city,
And I do so pity them all.

But, if the cat and the kitty were both so very pretty,
But never to show their faces,
How did the king and the trader know,
That they asked them to go to these places?

Noodle Poem

Here is a poem I wrote about my precious Noodlebug:

From Christmas pictures,
To just fun play,
That cat’ll be cute whenever you say!

She really likes ham,
But spaghetti is best,
Once in a while,
She does need a rest!

She goes to her bed,
And cuddles up tight,
I always wish her good, good night,

She says it back with her little green eyes.
In the morning she has a wonderful surprise!
But what has she caught,
But two little brown mice,
That kitty of mine sure is nice!