Poems
The Cat
Am I naught but a perch
Upon which you stand
Not unlike a king
Lording over his land
Yet I find this dynamic
To be fitting indeed
For what is a king
Without his noble steed
Trees
The trees in Vulpya
Are always so tall
They keep us in shade
Shielding us all
For they serve as protection
From the skies up above
They try do us well
With their own kind of love
Though not always
Do they serve us this way
For it can be much danger
When they start to sway
So when it gets windy
Though appreciate its size
Make sure to stay back
When the winds start to rise
Late Nights
Late nights like these
Are always so tough
It doesn’t work great
When you’re feeling rough
But the best fix for this
Or at least I think
Is wrapping up tight
With a cosy warm drink
Travels
Throughout my travels across the world
I’ve seen so many places
A whole wide range styles
All different kinds of faces
Though I have been to many
None are better than the rest
As they all had something new to learn
Like on some intriguing quest
The lake
The lake's waters glimmer
Reflect the colours of the sky
I feel like I could jump right in
Discover what’s inside
For underneath the surface
Not for us to see
Obscured by years of rock and stone
Is something waiting to be free
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