I took a class in literature,
not knowing I'd begin to purr.
The stories, poems and plays
were amazing to learn.
The token I received,
enhanced the way I began.
Such live subjects,
dark rage begins to turn.
Excuse the love,
I've come to return.
Softly the rain drizzle ore my head
Can't put the book down,
I need to go to bed.
One more sonnet, poem
written so sweet,
Wonder,
Don't they know,
I plan to compete?
