Walking in Brandon.                                               

On Monday, I find a baby cat on the path,

the cat was like a fluffy teddy bear, a broken promise

left to fend for itself. 

On Tuesday, I walk through the forest,

with towering trees, blooming flowers dancing,

with the most beautiful colours.

On Wednesday, I saw a rabbit hole,

covered in dirt to keep the watching predators away,

playing hide and seek in its burrow. 

On Thursday, I touch the cold metal of the slide,

the slide was as cold as forest,

in the wind.

On Friday, I smell the fresh cornell air from the seaside,

deep, blue sea upping its way to the beach,

children diving in the sea.

On Saturday, I hear the jets fling by,

the jets come over and over,

in the air.

On Sunday, I dream of blooming flowers,

fish swimming in the deep blue sea,

and mermaids having the time of their life in the party.