Monday, November 22, 2010

Moth

I have a pet, it is a moth,
I keep it on the table cloth.

It doesn't move, it stays so still,
You might well think it is quite ill.

But when you turn, it flits it's wings,
It soars and then it's moth song sings:

♫ Oh how I love the warmth of light,
it calls to me most every night ♫

♫ I flap about, but don't be scared,
for me there's not much to be feared ♫

♫ My life is fun but oh, so short,
with nothing learned, but one thing taught ♫

♫ Don't shoot past dad whilst on a caper,
you might get squished by Wednesday's paper! ♫

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Reciprocation

Although I've known you for awhile,
each time i gaze upon your smile,
and think of what we both will share,
you're gazing back, i know you care.