My Backyard

• Kelly Wu, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2012

The sharp blades of grass stand still
under the watchful oval honey eyes
this cat will decide what to kill
How about White feathers that fly?

Bright sunlight exlude the grass caught in shadows, the circumstances cannot change, as others grow fast.
They fall behind, while others fly.

Some say weeds are pests
useless things, out of place
but it is they who grow the best
they will strive to reach the sky

The cat rules over the grass and all
but the garden is just a small world
out there it is even easier to fall
But aim to fly to the endless sky.