Tag: Writing
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The Look
She can sit and wait for hours on endIn weathers wet and dryYou look at her, she looks at you,And you have to wonder why? I wonder what she’s thinkingAs she sits and looks and staresWaiting for a snack perhapsOr thinking of her shares? Dreaming of adventuresThat only certain felines knowOf chasing mice and stalking…
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The Lady, Emeralda
Visitors to the mansion seem to know folk they’ve never met…Dogs and cats stay outside as soon as the sun has set…Some say the chains that rattle belonged to Lady Smart…Others state the shrieks and cries belong to her ‘in part’…Guests who stay within the lodge see a figure dressed in green…Passers by see lights…
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The Open Sky
The crisp white clouds made the solid appearance of the blue sky even more striking. The rooftops on the hillside seemed to make the sky appear higher, further away, if that could be possible. The roads, pathways, walkways, gardens, steps and streams below seemed to be immediately within touching distance, they were so close, in…