Poem 4: Day Dreaming

Just sitting here, on the edge of the world
As the clear water I see;

Thinking about how I would like to be
An eel in that sea.

Or a good old eagle that flies so high,
would I rather be?

Perhaps a snuggly Persian cat?
A caterpillar maybe?

Just until another thought
Knocks me off my reverie.

If you said that I could pick anything else,
Anything else I wanted to be,
I would sit right there and dream again
Because I’m the best at being me.

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3 thoughts on “Poem 4: Day Dreaming”

  1. Great poem indeed 🙂
    I think it is so natural to everyone 🙂
    I like the way you jump from an eel, to the eagle, then the persian cat, it really captures the essence of day dreaming. Also I like the visual image the poem creates 🙂

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