Happy Halloween
Theodore wrote this poem about Lucky when he was twelve. Although he did not write it for Halloween, it seems appropriate to the theme of Halloween and Black Cats.
Hunter
Sleek, muscular, cunning like a shadow
Creeps from room to room,
Ever in search of his prey
Ever in search of his prey
Swift, lithe, dangerous like a bullet
Always alert, ever in search,
Ever in search of his prey
Keen, quiet, deadly like a knife
Always alert, ever in search,
Ever in search of his prey.
His prey! His prey!
Woebetide the day
When the shadow's claws
Meet the prey.
Always alert, every in search,
Ever in search of his prey.
Yikes! That last photo was pretty Halloween-esque.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like you get pretty motion-sick. Do you have trouble in the car? I was really worried I'd feel sick on the commuter train but thankfully not. In fact, I can read, which is something I can't do in the car.