Claire Catt was having tea one afternoon
Reading a book, as blue birds sang a tune.
The cat sat, loving fragrant breezes of June;
Until she saw red sun, chasing pale moon!
Claire jumped up yelling, 'Nothing is right!
For how can gold sun, run into black night? '
But, orange sun returned, with dawn light.
Then Claire said smiling, now all is right!
A very lovely poem with excellent rhyme and rhythm. A great read specially for children. Top Marks and to my favorites.
Thank you for your kind insights. It is also a great pleasure to have a poem among your Favorites.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved it! Very interesting story stated in poetry buttered for easy reading, but with a philosophical tinge
Thank you so much for the loveliness of your comments.