A very nice poem. The pictures are good too.
Now deep in the winter,
I sleep and dream,
dream of my days in the sun.
When out in the garden,
I could have some fun.
The days are now gray and dreary,
it’s hard to even find a small,
warm sunspot.
But I dream of when the grass,
won’t be cold beneath,
my padded, little feet.
When it will be lush and green,
then my smile will say it all,
I will once again climb,
the apple trees so tall.
It will all be fun again,
having my days in the sun.
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