So today I was sorting out all my worldly possessions, at least I was supposed to be…
Then I found my little tub of air dry clay, and, well, now I have a little roughly-put-together cat.
After all, those are my favourite types of cats.
What do you think, should I paint him to make a realistic cat or leave as is?
I’m a sister to the spring
In a town where the sun always shines
At night the dark clouds gather
And we’ll never see the stars.
Laugher rides a yellow bicycle through,
Rain-drenched pavements reflecting blue,
Catching each raindrop like a benediction,
And swinging on sunbeams in delightful contradiction
A little poem I brushed up a bit, from my stash of hidden poems 😉 I enjoy personifying qualities, what do you think laughter would look like?
I cannot stand the ticking clock,
I would rather all the ticking clocks
Cease and desist.
Though I will not catch time,
That vagrant rascal.