Pretending
Of course I'm me but after that
Nobody knows that I'm a cat.
My kitten does and says, Purr purr,
And I say, Purr purr purr, to her.
And when she stretches I do too.
Then I say, Meow, and she says, Mew.
Nobody knows I am a hill
Sitting and listening, very still,
To grass and thistles and rustling seeds
Or crickets chirping under weeds.
Nobody knows when I sway and sway
I'm being a tree on a windy day.
And when there's nothing better to do
I'm a fat old cow that says, Moo.
Or else I do what any bee does,
I fly to a flower and say, Buzz.
And sometimes in summer whenver I wish
I'm a waterbug in our pool, or a fish,
Or an all hunched up and grumpy frog
Sitting and grunting on a log.
But best is when the swallows fly
With a chirp and a twitter across the sky.
I am a swallow as swift as they,
And up I go and swoop away.
And, oh, what fun it is to see
Down in our garden, myself watching me!
Mummy calls me her precious lamb
So I return to who I am,
And I am glad, 'cause who would hug
A frog or bee or waterbug?
Created: ~1995
Last edited: 9 Nov. 2011
Notes: I'm guessing that I wrote this around 9-years-old and thus am really proud of it. I did do a bit of touching up, but as you see it is basically as I wrote it. The only line I really changed is the third to last line; it was originally: "But never the other things I am" which didn't seem to make much sense to older me (I'm sure younger me thought she was being terribly smart). I don't particularly like the new line, but I kept it 'cause I like it better than the original line.
Nobody knows that I'm a cat.
My kitten does and says, Purr purr,
And I say, Purr purr purr, to her.
And when she stretches I do too.
Then I say, Meow, and she says, Mew.
Nobody knows I am a hill
Sitting and listening, very still,
To grass and thistles and rustling seeds
Or crickets chirping under weeds.
Nobody knows when I sway and sway
I'm being a tree on a windy day.
And when there's nothing better to do
I'm a fat old cow that says, Moo.
Or else I do what any bee does,
I fly to a flower and say, Buzz.
And sometimes in summer whenver I wish
I'm a waterbug in our pool, or a fish,
Or an all hunched up and grumpy frog
Sitting and grunting on a log.
But best is when the swallows fly
With a chirp and a twitter across the sky.
I am a swallow as swift as they,
And up I go and swoop away.
And, oh, what fun it is to see
Down in our garden, myself watching me!
Mummy calls me her precious lamb
So I return to who I am,
And I am glad, 'cause who would hug
A frog or bee or waterbug?
Created: ~1995
Last edited: 9 Nov. 2011
Notes: I'm guessing that I wrote this around 9-years-old and thus am really proud of it. I did do a bit of touching up, but as you see it is basically as I wrote it. The only line I really changed is the third to last line; it was originally: "But never the other things I am" which didn't seem to make much sense to older me (I'm sure younger me thought she was being terribly smart). I don't particularly like the new line, but I kept it 'cause I like it better than the original line.