I want to paint…

a black, busy cat, sitting on a window-still staring at the moon,

the smell of Dairy Milk Muffins seeping through the window, making everyone come towards it,

and the taste of a Christmas dinner in the kitchen with my family.

I want to paint

the sound of waves moving on a sunny day at the beach,

the noisy echoing of people talking loudly at the swimming pool and

my cat called Omzig  looking, at a dark brown rotweiler preparing to,pounce at any moment.

I want to paint

the sound of, calm waves at the hot sunny day at the beach,

the vision of an innocent goldfish trying to get away from a ginger cat’s evil paw in the so called cat free fish bowl,

the memory of, my nan in my back garden, chasing the cute, fluffy and funny kittens to get them inside,

a white Persian cat pouncing at a grey and white husky and

a wooden bridge , over a dark and light  blue coloured ocean with a gorgeous sunrise,

I want to paint …the end of this poem.