Eily

• Brittany Martin-Best, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2007

The sun is shining through the trees
You’re sitting in the grass
A kitten runs up to your side
A rabbit hopping past
A puppy runs up to your side
And nips you on the ear
Your gunny pig is standing by squealing in fear
The rabbit runs up to your back and jumps upon your head
Then you wake up realising
You’re dreaming in your bed