Submitted by Angela Peterson
This is a poem my best friend wrote for me.
Cathy Dean
Once there was a little bird,
a happy bird was she.
Her name was Cathy Campbell Ann,
a pretty bird, indeed.
So sublime were Cathy’s feathers,
a lovely shade of grayish blue.
To see her fly was quite a sight,
so pretty as she flew.
One day as Cathy ate a worm,
she felt a little dirty.
She thought a bath would do her good,
so to the bath she hurried.
Drying off and feeling clean,
she heard a voice behind her.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING CATHY DEAN?“
the voice behind her said.
She quickly turned in time to find,
the voice was in her head.
-Julia Jacquez