In the waning heat
at the end...

A whisper, a shout, thoughts turned inside out.
A laugh, a sigh, an echo passing by...

A poem is a spider web
Spun with words of wonder...

A garden path of cobble stones,
A fairy sitting with two gnomes...

Tomorrow's my birthday and I'll be four
And I won't have to stay home anymore...

I like to ride on my bike every day
Where the limbs of trees...

I'll tell you why I'm tardy and I hope my excuse...
I stopped to view upon a leaf a spider and some...

My mother packed me all the things
I like to eat for lunch...

The moon watches over us
Like a Mother of the Night...

Covered in creamy
birthday-cake frosting...

I love ewe.
I'm not lion...

Hippos swim. Hippos snort.
Hippo legs are rather short...