
Shining silky cloud
Hammocked amid grassy poles
Invitingly safe
Shining silky cloud
Hammocked amid grassy poles
Invitingly safe
It’s a rainy Saturday here and I’m shuffling through some old things that I’ve written long ago. Tucked away in an old folder, I came across a poem that I had typed out all nice and neat waaaaay back. Who knows when? Who knows why?
On the bottom of the page there was a note I had handwritten. “Who wrote this? Did I?” Apparently, there had been another rainy day when I’d done similar things and had similar thoughts about this particular poem.
I didn’t want to toss this out until I did some research, which of course meant, I Googled it. So, I searched by title. I searched by subject. I even directly quoted the whole poem. No hits. I found nothing that said that somebody else had written this or even thought about writing such a thing. So, I’m laying claim to it.
To be sure, there’s nothing notable, earthshaking or life changing about this little ditty. It’s just that I like it. It makes me smile. It’s what I needed, a little bit of nonsense to brighten a rainy Saturday.
Today’s gift.
Emperor Penguin
I am the king of all I see.
I am the monarch of all ice, see.
I am the sovereign of the icy sea.
I am the king of all I see.