A Gift of a Kind.

I saw a man,

On a street,

He had no home,

He had bare feet.

He sat in a doorway,

On a sleeping bag,

A few possessions,

Is all he had.

He sat erect,

His eyes darting,

He’d known better times,

It was disheartening.

I thought of the many,

Who lived on the street,

The various charities,

Their needs tried to meet.

I was thankful to have,

A roof over my head,

A family who loved me,

And a warm cosy bed.

I felt very lucky,

And it came to mind,

That being so blessed,

Was a gift of a kind.

Louis, the Giraffe

Louis looked down from the tree,

Which he had climbed in fear,

Looking at a little mouse,

Who appeared to be too near.

He hugged the tree with all his might,

Too frightened to climb down,

The mouse just calmly stayed there,

Not moving, making no sound.

The mouse looked up at the giraffe,

Who was clinging to this tree,

And asked, “What are you afraid of?

You’re four million times bigger than me.”

Louis moved a little higher,

Wishing the mouse would leave,

So that he could climb back down,

And his self-esteem retrieve.

The mouse got bored and scurried off,

Leaving the giraffe alone,

Louise quickly climbed down the tree,

And galloped all the way home.