What are you?
You are…
a petal waiting to fall
a frosty football flying through the air towards the goal
a bird on a wire looking out for cats
You are…
the squeal of three little pigs as the wolf knocked on the door
the cunning of the wolf tiptoeing through the forest to grandma
a poisoned red apple waiting to be eaten
You are…
the aroma of aftershave stolen from the bathroom shelf
the juiciness of an orange waiting to be picked
the cheesy cheesiness of a pizza pulled from the oven
You are…
a lonely moon waiting to be landed upon once again
Mars, red, rocky and raging hot, trapped far out in space
You are done!
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