Who made the sea?
Who made those long summer evenings?
Those cold winter evenings
Who made this cat?
The cat lying on my pillow, daintily licking her paws
the cat who’s sitting in a tree watching for birds
Waiting to bring us back her gift
She is staring at me now
Her huge eyes with her jade pupils and emerald iris
The wind blows, ruffling her fur
The snow around her makes her black and ginger fur stand out
Then suddenly she spots her gift and leaves
I don’t know how to run fast down a hill without fear of falling
I don’t know how to jump from high places without fear I’d hurt
Tell me what’s it all for?
After all we’re just one small meaningless planet in an enormous galaxy
By Isobel
