On Monday, I find the dangerous, growling dog, 

growling at the citizen’s and other animals tying to scare them away,

As it tried to act tough as it growled.

On Tuesday, I walk to the dark silhouette in the distance of the corner,

By the top of the creaking stairs,

Staring into my dark forbidden soul.

On Wednesday, I saw small, turquoise lizard climbing all over the trees as if

It tried to camouflage in the big, brown tree

As big as a giraffe.

On Thursday, I touched the softness of a small, orange and black fox

Swaying it’s tail in the wind as it was trying to pounce on me

Before the rock’s fell to the green ground.

On Friday, I  taste the chocolaty marshmallow after it was cooked

As it burned my mouth with blooming hotness

Of a radiator.

On Saturday, I hear the roaring sound from an big, brown bear

In its cave waiting to run as I run past

Fastly before it chomped its mouth closed.

On Sunday, I dream of a cat being a cat fairy hoping to appear

Soon into our lives, waiting till the cat fairies time 

To shine.