Sometimes I feel silly
Like a giraffe with a party hat on sliding around the ice
At the rink.
Sometimes I want to hide
Like a shy possum who freezes when you look at her
Fruit falling from thumbs.
Other times I am feel graceful
Like pierce-eyed eagle who can pirouette in the sky
At the moment I’m a kitten,
Curled up in bed, purring thoughts to myself
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