Norah's Poetry Collection

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Hummingbirds‌ ‌

Hummingbirds‌ ‌can‌ ‌fly‌ ‌ ‌

Never‌ ‌stop‌ ‌the‌ ‌flying‌ ‌beat‌ ‌

Their‌ ‌wings‌ ‌flying‌ ‌so‌ ‌so‌ ‌fast‌ ‌


The‌ ‌Black‌ ‌Cat‌ ‌

Frye‌ ‌doesn’t‌ ‌take‌ ‌orders‌ ‌from‌ ‌anyone.‌ ‌

He‌ ‌walks‌ ‌out‌ ‌the‌ ‌door‌ ‌on‌ ‌our‌ ‌terrace‌ ‌looking‌ ‌proud‌ ‌as‌ ‌can‌ ‌be‌ ‌

Until‌ ‌he‌ ‌hears‌ ‌a‌ ‌rustle‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌bushes‌ ‌

He‌ ‌looks‌ ‌over‌ ‌with‌ ‌his‌ ‌beady‌ ‌green‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌sees‌ ‌two‌ ‌green‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌staring‌ ‌right‌ ‌back‌ ‌

at‌ ‌him‌ ‌

He‌ ‌snarls‌ ‌and‌ ‌hisses‌ ‌as‌ ‌she‌ ‌slowly‌ ‌walks‌ ‌out‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌bushes,‌ ‌showing‌ ‌her‌ ‌sleek‌ ‌black‌ ‌

body‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌world.‌ ‌

They‌ ‌sit‌ ‌and‌ ‌stare‌ ‌at‌ ‌each‌ ‌other,‌ ‌as‌ ‌the‌ ‌sky‌ ‌darkens.‌ ‌

Frye‌ ‌decides‌ ‌to‌ ‌make‌ ‌a‌ ‌move,‌ ‌running‌ ‌up‌ ‌to‌ ‌her‌ ‌with‌ ‌no‌ ‌hesitation.‌ ‌ ‌

Suddenly,‌ ‌he‌ ‌feels‌ ‌water‌ ‌spraying‌ ‌over‌ ‌him‌ ‌like‌ ‌a‌ ‌wet‌ ‌blanket.‌ ‌ ‌

He‌ ‌screams‌ ‌and‌ ‌yells,‌ ‌running‌ ‌back‌ ‌inside‌ ‌soaking‌ ‌wet.‌ ‌

He‌ ‌turns‌ ‌back‌ ‌around‌ ‌one‌ ‌last‌ ‌time,‌ ‌to‌ ‌see‌ ‌her‌ ‌smiling.‌ ‌

Little did he know, she was holding a hose.


Trapped

When I feel trapped, I am a bird.

The sourness of a lime is as sweet as a lollipop.


Trees

Trees, why do they grow?

To get sunlight, water?

Or just to help the homeless animals?

Like birds and squirrels who make homes in the trees?

Why do they want to grow?


Birds

Birds. They are born from an egg.

But how do they grow up?

Do they leave their mother in a span of a week?

A month? A year?



What does my cat do?

What does my cat do when we are not looking?

Maybe sleeping? On her soft fluffy bed all cuddled up and cute?

Maybe eating? Her wet food or dry food that smells of fish and meat?

Maybe playing with her toy? Whacking it around and batting

It in the air? Maybe, something else unrelated?



Stuck

Stuck, on a small short poem.

Wolfie my cat walking around the white walled room,

Feeling sad and confused.



Birds Flying

Birds flying through the bright blue sky,

Making nests in trees, the baby birds cheep cheep cheep.

They have to be careful though, the cats could come from anywhere ya know.



Birds in flight


Birds soaring high in the sky,

Swooping down to catch some prey.

Birds in flight, every day.


The sun settles, and the moon shines bright,

Owls, and bats come out to soar around the night sky.

Birds in flight, every day


Birds feathers drift in the wind,

Birds caw in harmony,

Birds in flight everyday.


Cat

Soft, Black. His glistening green eyes as the sun shines into my room.

Small, Cute. The beads inside of him squish around when i hug him tight.



Rug

Soft, fuzzy, warm rug. Grey, calm, warm rug. Square warm rug.