Dear Tom,
You can't catch me now, ha..ha..
Far away from the house, you see
I was minding my own business
when a huge yellow and blue balloon
flew by the window.
It was so beautiful
I wanted to touch it and fly away too.
You have always told me to
seize the day, and go for it.
So I hopped on a leaf, and sailed
on strings and ribbons of my dreams.
While I am away, please don't touch
the cheese bits I saved under the stairs.
And keep your eyes open for that dumb dog, Spike,
while you are outside, looking up for me.
Your buddy,
Jerry
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - poetry form is epistle (letter form)
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