Two poems

by Dahlia

Cheetah

The running, sprinting, patterned cat

The dotted, sneaky, queen

On a rock, in a tree, the growling creature can’t be seen

 

Nature

It’s a rock sitting quietly

It’s a leaf falling down

It’s the grass in the wind, br the silent pond

 

It’s the stream near the wood

It’s a howl in the air

It’s the trees standing still, in the sweet morning song

 

It’s a flower swaying in the breeze

It’s the sun giving us warmth

It’s the sounds of nature calling us in

 

  It’s the sound of nature coming us in

         The sound of nature coming us in

                      Calling us in

 

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