A pussycat

 

is playing on the grass;

no other cat’s around.

But she doesn’t feel alone

while listening to the sound

 

of flying birds going by.

She runs after the butterflies,

but then gives up,

lays down and sighs.

 

Oh, what would it be great,

if I could fly up high,

then sit on a rainbow

and slide down from the sky.

 

But such is not for pussycats,

they must stay below

and maybe climb a tree,

then up and down they go.

 

Tired out then, they lay down

and dream away of butterflies

and little pussycats which

fly right up into the blue, blue sky.

 

Illustrations, free after various examples of picture postcards

© Joke van der Ark 2012

 

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