Poetry

Awake Behemoth!
A bright, new, daybreak has come!

Reds and yellows, falling down
Swirling, twirling, round and round

Creeping ‘cross the lawn
On little kitten’s feet

Time is a harsh mistress.

Something ‘bout a puppy that is very plain to see; There’s nothing like a puppy. ‘specially one that’s free. You find ’em in a cardboard box outside the groce’ry store. And though you try to pass them by, there’s always just one more. He has a wiggly bottom and a waggly little tail, A tongue