I have my writing blog but I thought this piece I wrote some time ago should be here. I wonder if Annabella had any thoughts like this although I do know she never wants to go outside again! ps…I cannot figure out how to make the poetry single line, can anyone help?
If I stretch way up high, I can nearly see the sky.
Oh – how I want to be out there, to play in the sun and feel the air.
I know – I’ll pretend to be ill
and go all limp on the windowsill.
Here she comes – Is it going to work?
Yes! She’s feeling round my dirt.
I peak at her furrowed brow,
She’s thinking hard – She’s lifting me now.
Yes! Yes! We’re walking out the door.
Oh! – I will love her forever more…but
Better wait till she goes away before I smile and dance and sway.
If she sees – I might go inside again
where it’s boring and lonely and such a pain.
Inside – I’m never told a story,
But out here – I’m in my glory.
Wind whispers secret words.
Stories I’m told by well-travelled birds.
Gossip I love from – my new friend ant.
I DON’T WANT TO BE AN INDOOR PLANT!
Wait a minute…… what say you lark?
I won’t enjoy the creepy dark?
Nothing to see, nothing to do?
Oh! Oh! – That’s something I never knew.
Mmmmm, better go all limp again
and get inside by the window pane
where inside light is safe and sound,
whew! Glad I don’t live in the ground.
I don’t know – where is best?
Indoor or outdoor?….. Both I guess.
Yes! That’s the answer – there’s no doubt
NIGHT TIME IN – DAY TIME OUT.