You are the smell of ripe raspberries
ready to be picked.
You are the sound of a patient princess,
prancing perfectly around the party.
You are a spooked Dalmatian,
racing down the street, hiding from Cruela De Vile.
You are the memory of my guinea pig Noddy’s squeak
in the morning, desperate to eat.
You are the smell of a sweet flower,
dancing to the tune of the wind.
You are a sneaky book,
toe tipping away from your dusty shelf.
You are the sound of my dog,
yelling and yapping for food in the morning.