Three Brown Cats

by Elizabeth

Fast and silly poems, written just to write something!

Three brown cats
wandered into the kitchen:
I don’t know where they came from,
but when I gave them a saucer of milk,
they lapped it up with glee.

The tulip said to the crocus:
“You’re getting very tall.”
The crocus thought and then replied:
“I rather think I’m small.”

When the daisies decided to bloom,
I was already born
and half-way to finding out
the secret of love.

Elizabeth is a friend of mine
Her soul is like a child’s:
She likes the ants, the birds, the trees,
The oceans, and the wilds.