I have finally found a project. It came to me yesterday morning. A couple lines of a children’s poem. Since then the flood waters have been flowing. I have four poems written and several more in my head. I hope by the end of the year to have enough for a collection of children’s poetry that I can release. Here is one I wrote this morning.
What do you do with a butterfly that looks like a cat? What do you think of that? The girl had never seen such a sight, but it did not fill her with fright and she knew just what to do. She rose from bed to give chase to the calico butterfly that looked like a cat as it flew down the stairs and out the door her bare feet plodding across the floor. Out into the yard, around the house, to a maze of hedges the girl never knew. How did I not notice this she wondered? For if she did it was a place she would have wandered. Through the green leaves and bramble brush the calico butterfly that looked like a cat led her to a destination unknown. But what could the girl do but follow still. It was either that or climb home through a windowsill. The calico butterfly that looked like a cat hoovered a foot above the top of the maze the gaze of the moon illuminating its wings. The girl followed and followed night grass cool under her feet. The center of the maze held the key. To what she could not see unless she continued to follow the calico butterfly that looked like a cat. Soon she would know where it was at. The door to the key at the center of the maze. It was all she could think under starlight haze as she followed the calico butterfly that looked like a cat. And that is when her thought became, drat. Here was the sun, winking over the horizon, and her outside, not in her bed. What would become of her when her mother saw she had abandoned her sleep to chase the calico butterfly that looked like a cat. Heading for home she ran and ran, arms pumping and sweaty, feet slick with morning dew. Home grew no nearer no matter her effort. And that is when she felt the wet tenderness of mother’s lips grace her forehead and realized she had never left her bed to chase the calico butterfly that looked like a cat.