A Page… dot, dot, dot
I look at the page,
I see the page,
What to do on a page?
The page is white,
The page is blank,
What to do on a page?
I look closer on the page.
Do I draw? Do I write?
What to do on a page?
Then I have an idea.
The idea goes away.
What to do on a page?
The page laughs at me,
I have an idea.
The idea goes away,
What to do on a page?
Lightning
I can see lightning outside my window,
Last time I saw orange that was cool but now I can see white lightning,
The colour of my cats fur and as fast as my dog when he chases pigeons.
I walk outside because the thunder has stopped.
All is silent and still blue, apart from the pit pat of water from a leaking pipe.
By Darcey