Purrfect!

PINK SATURDAY

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PURRFECT!

(It's the start of Winter in Australia!)

Winter's here, the days are grey.

I don't think I'll go out today.

The fire's switched on; I feel the heat

Warming my little puddy feet.

Plump up the cushions; I like them pink.

They match my little tum I think.

I ask nothing more than this,

A little helping of kitty bliss.

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SOOTHING THOUGHT

'You'll never make old bones' they said;

Yet here I am, looking very dead.

An old bone lying in the sand

For whom there's something special planned.

For I am a wish-bone, so they say,

Able to wish nice things your way.

Soon someone will see me lying around,

Here on my cardboard-looking ground,

And they will snap me right in two

Hoping their wishes will come true.

But I have a wish of my very own,

Which might seem strange for a dead old bone.

I wish that, after death, will follow

A brand new life as a soaring swallow!

And, yes, there on the ground I see

The shape of my future destiny!

As a swallow I will fly

Away, away in the bright blue sky.

Dreams of Heaven are fortifying

And this old bone dreams of swallow-flying.

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