Sunday, March 15, 2015

How Many?

It's snowing again. (I am truly excited about spring!) As I watched the wintery mix with my son, I thought about the individual snowflakes that constitute beautiful snow. Enjoy.

How Many?
By Becca Brown

It snowed all day long,
Two meters I heard.
But how many snowflakes,
Construct a blizzard?

Or here is a number,
I will ascertain.
How many cloud droplets,
Will sum up to rain.

And how many grains,
Of sand is the norm,
To swirl the Sahara,
In frightful sandstorm?

The answers to these,
Three issues addressed.

There's just too many to count,
I guess.

Saturday, March 14, 2015

My World Comes Alive

My World Comes Alive
By Becca Brown

My world comes alive,
When pom-poms hanging from rope
Is a forest of willow trees.

My world comes alive,
When an old tennis racquet
Is a guitar to strum tunes.

My world comes alive,
When a cardboard box
Shoots me to the stars.

My world comes alive,
When I can feel
That life is more
When I believe.

The Opportunist Cat

The Opportunist Cat
By Becca Brown

Oh kitty why such secrecy
I try to find you but you flee
I spy you sleeping peacefully
Then SCAT you pull a grand Houdini

He he he
Don't run from me
We'll cuddle kitty
Wait and see!

I am elusive, I'm a sneak
I disappear without a streak
Throughout the house I carefully sneak
Avoiding noise and kid physiques

He he he
You can't catch me
I'll hide completely
Wait and see!

Your fur's so smooth so fun to pet
The softest thing I ever met
Why won't you play don't run don't fret
I will not take you to the vet

He he he
Don't run from me
We'll cuddle kitty
Wait and see!

I'm ready to eat dinner now
Where are you humans? I want chow!
For food I'll snuggle and allow
The kids to pet me, prr...meow!

He he he
You can't catch me
I'll hide completely
Wait and see!

I know you're hungry, I'm not dumb
You hop on me, expose your tum
Well snuggle up, but you've become
My opportunist chum!