My Messengers
by Chloe
The wise old owl looks
down at me and cries,
"A whisper here is where it lies."
And as the frog has its setting sun,
Do not stop to wait but run.
An evil beast lies in the brush.
A sound he makes and I must hush.
And as he turns his eyes to the sky,
he turns into a pretty butterfly.
If you see a rabbit,
You must stop to pet it.
But I am wondering if you could catch it,
long enough to hold it.
The beautiful moon smiles at me
and then I hear sweet sing-ing,
from the birds in a tree,
telling me a story.
They sing...............
"Your journey has now come around,
for the secret you have already found.
Mysterious things can happen.
You must stop and enjoy them!"
all poems and images ©2006 by chloe
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