The night time shadows are creeping slowly up the wall,
Outside in the dusky dark I can hear the night birds call.
The ants have gone to their beds beneath the soil,
The moons round face is hanging, we could call him loyal.
Crack the shining silence with a simple word or two,
And hurry back inside, it’s as cold as Kathmandu!
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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