I was eating my third,
Serving of bean curd.
When a merry tune was heard.
Of a little hummingbird.
I peeked through the curtain.
And saw her in my garden.
Where there was a pot of Petunias.
And also some Begonias.
She perched on a flower,
Which was white with streaks of purple.
There she sang even louder,
Awaking my cat, Clover.
Clover begin to chase,
The little bird in a haste.
Despite my cries of “STOP!”
Clover ran into the pot.
She tumbled as she pounced,
And hit my pot with a bounce.
“My Petunias!” I cried,
As Clover crouched down terrified.
I don’t actually have a cat named Clover. In the photo above is Apricot, the elder brother of the three cute kittens in my previous poem, My Cute Prixs. Apricot is a very nice and witty cat. Clover however is inspired by Apricot the fact that when he realise that he had done something wrong, it will crouch down– ready to be scolded.
I wrote this poem as a comment to my sister’s poem, Mr. Steve and Little P. You might want to read that first before reading my poem.
The kids had actually invaded his office you see
Because of the naughty Muffin and of course, Little P
They said that Mr. Steve wont mind if they want to see
The super cool telescope at the edge of the balcony
When indeed the balcony is never a safe place
For they will end up having a mad game of chase
For it have no walls and no railings to hold
Four naughty children who Mr. Steve can’t control
My little brother, told us that WordPress organised an event called NaPoWriMo where we have to write a poem a day, everyday on April. We decided to join the event to practice our poetry skills. Unfortunate for me though, I knew about the NaPoWriMo on the second day of April which means, I won’t be able to write a poem a day…
After spending a long time in front of the computer, wondering what poem should I write with the deafening sound of the renovation going on at a neighbouring house, the only lines that could get into my head were:
Bricks and blocks,
Crash and clang.
Round the clock,