Love at first sight
You might catch a mite
The room is full of love
You look down from up above
Take my hand before you die
I will wrap and wrap a tie
Don’t get me down
I live in a mound
Broken arm,
Broken leg,
They don’t care,
They’ll save the day.
Feeling sick,
Feeling ill,
They’ll help you,
To get better soon.
Thank you doctors,
Thank you nurses,
Thank you pharmacists,
Thank you surgeons.
No more broken arms,
No more broken legs,
No more feeling sick,
No more feeling ill.
Thank you everyone,
For your help,
The next time I will see you,
Will be in two months.
School is boring
School is dead
So why do we have to get out of bed?
Early in the morning
I start snoring
School is boring
When I’m snoring
I feel like a lot of people can relate
to the never-failing love for all the cookies on my plate.
Sweet, delicate, chocolate chip.
I glance at the milk, then take a sip.
Even raisin, sugar, or oatmeal
cause’ any kind of cookie is a good deal.
Every cookie, every crumb
these beauties make my heart go numb.
The excitement within me grows and grows
at the pace of the aroma drifting into my nose.
Without realizing, I may have eaten over thirty-one
Any regrets? Ha! None.
In spring there rests a gentle breeze,
accompanied by the swaying branches of the light oak tree.
The evenly split moon lays silently among the gleaming stars,
complementing the deep blue sheet woven in the sky.
It rests beautifully till its bright counterpart illuminates the day.
The deep, crisp layer of frost trickles away,
crackling like a fire at the hearth.
The now awoken spring characters scatter
and leap around the pre-greening grass.
The morning dew drops
dance around the otherwise bare vegetation.
The rain crawls from the sky,
refreshing the thirsty passengers down below.
Many say we have faded away
Science replaces arts for tomorrow and today
I object, there’s more to say
The arts can never fade away
Our shining time has come and passed
Wait, then how could you describe the trees, the grass
Innovation may come and bring us light
But arts won’t back down without a fight
Music, speech, artistic views
Are quite important, it’s not old news
I’ll be honest, I’ll tell the truth
Science is crucial, but arts are too!
Wait! A resolution has come to be,
We can work together you see?
I’ll draw and design your creation to be
You’ll make our invention, just for me!
When combined we work like magic,
Separate us though? Oh we’ll be tragic
A balance of contrast, can it be true?
Of course, it can! Like me and you.
The grazing buffalo nips the grass heads, unaware of the sly beast eyeing it
They duel in an infinite battle of danger: to chase and to be chased, to hunt, and to flee, to live or to die
Silently pawing its way closer, the cougar prays that her meal doesn’t catch sight of her
She depends on her hiding spot to take on the kind of prey she hasn’t dreamed of in days
As she rounds the corner, preparing her leap of faith, a fellow lion roars from miles away
The startled prey checks all around her, spotting the cougar and desperately running at great speed.
With the buffalo already traveling a great distance, this mother cougar is desperately trying to feed her family of four
She takes a sharp left turn hoping to catch up with her family’s only hope of survival
She slowly, yet steadily closes the distance between the buffalo and herself with mere meters between them
As the moment of truth approaches, she realizes she’s losing the buffalo to its will to survive
It’s not the only one though, this mother cougar hasn’t had more than a small hare in days, and will do anything to eat
She hurries into a sprint, achieving distance closure like never before, she knows how short-lived it is though
She can sprint a few meters before slowing down, but she had to try.
With her chance slipping by, this cougar must act quickly or she’ll starve and never again see the light of day
Although the situation is not perfect she impulsively, yet instinctively leaps in the air pouncing down on the hind of the buffalo
Her sharp paws scrape it, drawing blood, the tired, now weak buffalo falls to the savannah floor, violently kicking her.
In one swift movement, the off-guard cougar incurs a breathtaking blow to the head, leaving it bewildered
In the split second the buffalo receives, it scurries off, leaving the cougar in the dust.
It seems all is lost for this cougar, till she continues her journey, and spots an unsuspecting fawn sipping from a watering hole.
The life of one is the life of the other.
And, so the eternal game of prey and predator, is played on.