When a bird flies by
Through the cool winter sky
I wished I was to fly
I wish could fall
in a pile of books,
and drown in the stories they hold
I wish I could step,
inside a book,
with a worn cover and soft pages,
and drink tea with those who I aspire to meet
I wish I could fly among the heroines,
the wizards, leaders
and creatures too
I wish
They come in all shapes and sizes,
brown, grey, black and white
kind, cute and wise
Cats are bound to excite,
both kids and adults alike