I asked my hedge had she a fund;
she snorted like a hog:
'Not made of money, me', she said,
'just sun and rain and fog.
My cells, a factory hermitage,
in palisades conspire;
chloroplasts with sunlit threads
weave water air, to fire
you with most precious breath
that you and mice might burn,
in hearts that beat, in feet so fleet,
lungs that gasp and yearn;
while I replenish leaf with leaf;
and roots reach deeper down,
endure your trims, grow fast as djinns,
and never ever frown.
..................
A mousey found a petal,
and used it as a hat
to keep the giant raindrops off,
and.... disguise him from a cat!
This flower smells of mouse,
puss thought,
and rubbed it with cheek gland.
The mousey sneezed,
and off he wheezed,
far from that garden land.
.................
Oh, Ms Cheetah,
wouldn't you like to cheat?
I'll bring you down a swift gazelle
and give it you to eat.
You can walk about the day with me,
purring like a cat.
I'll stroke your jowls,
allow your prowls;
how do you fancy that?
.................
If I had a sky boat,
I'd sail out near the sun
and fish for wayward dragons,
who from that surface run.
Lit up like an aurora,
my boat and I'd return.
Oh, to dine on dragon vindaloo
until one's insides burn.
.....................
That reminds me - I'm having a Mrs Ko take-out tonight! Yay!
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