Who made the sea?
\nWho made those long summer evenings?
\nThose cold winter evenings
\nWho made this cat?<\/p>\n
The cat lying on my pillow, daintily licking her paws<\/p>\n
the cat who’s sitting in a tree watching for birds
\nWaiting to bring\u00a0 us back her gift
\nShe is staring at me now
\nHer huge eyes with her jade pupils and emerald iris<\/p>\n
The wind blows, ruffling her fur
\nThe snow around her makes her black and ginger fur stand out<\/p>\n
Then suddenly she spots her gift and leaves<\/p>\n
I don’t know how to run fast down a hill without fear of falling
\nI don’t know how to jump from high places without fear I’d hurt<\/p>\n
Tell me what’s it all for?
\nAfter all we’re just one small meaningless planet in an enormous galaxy<\/p>\n
By Isobel<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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\u00a0 us back her gift She is staring at me now Her huge eyes with … <\/p>\n