The tortoise shell kitten,
Sits on the sill.
She turns to the window,
Goes rigid and still.
For the first thing she sees,
Are flakes of white bread,
Falling from the sky over head.
But it couldn't be bread,
For it's so sparkly white.
And she thinks in her mind,
What a beautiful sight!
She creeps through the cat flap,
And looks into the sky,
Until a tiny white flake flies to her nose.
It's dandruff!
She thinks and looks at the flake,
Or maybe its dough,
Ready to bake.
Or tiny white cauliflowers falling to earth.
So cold! She thinks and runs back,
In doors, curls up by the hearth.
Done By: Ima
