A poem I made myself

• Artist: swimpools
• Description: Um I was bored and tired it was really late at night. It might be and you might not understand, but hopefully it'll be allright :3
• Date: 08/23/2009
• Tags: poem made myself

There was a little girl with sweet, soft, little rosy cheeks
But then a cat came around the corner and a bird land near the girl, with it's great big beak.

That little girl smiled, at the cat, but then frowned when the cat pounced for the bird, and her Mama was watching her through the kitchen window ready to dial 911.

Well let me tell you this young child was a rather weird child, maybe even accident prone, but nobody used a mean, rather even harsh tone.

So sad that the cat had to pounce with claws out stretched with pride,
so, so sad that the bird had to die.

Oh well, so long we shall whisper into the wind, of the autumn air, maybe someone shall here your soft whisper, unless it leads to someone that doesn't even care.

As the cat chewed through the feathers, flesh, and bones, the little girl tturned away and skipped to the beat of the hum she hummed, alone.