is no longer a biter, a fighter
a bouncer, a pouncer,
a mouser, a rouser.
Nothing is afraid of this
stay-at-home sleepyhead
furrer, purrer, lap warmer,
cozy cuddler in the corner.
First published in The School Magazine, Countdown, July 2016
We blow them in streams
across the yard,
some small and marble-sized,
others as big as baseballs.
Every bubble iridescent,
a perfect world of its own,
mirroring grass, sky,
occasionally our faces.
Bubbles glinting with sunlight
swirl skyward or
float to the ground.
Each one
a little miracle
before it pops.
Australian Children’s Poetry 