The abstract painting

The painting is a book, but no words are in sight

The book is a mystery taking flight

The painting is abstract, so I will never really have your insight

The colours are expressions, feelings to be shown

Swirling and twirling, an everlasting flow

The Tiger

His fur is soft and sleek, as fine as silk for the queen

His eyes were like the brightest star of the night

He stayed close to the longer grass, his body camouflaged as if nonbeing 

The sun, setting in the distance, made his fur glow like fire

And he roared, oh so loud, daring anyone to deny his might

My Stealthy Getaway

"Oh no," I sighed. I'd spilt Coke on my new pink t-shirt. "Great", I thought. I was at the zoo on a class trip. Right now our class was listening to the guide talking about the baby giraffe. "I'll have to go wash out my t-shirt in the girl's bathrooms. Just behind Mrs Bernhardt was a building site. The teacher couldn't hear me because one of the builders was drilling holes. So I quietly slipped away.... Unfortunately, the monkeys In the cage next to me started screaming. So I guess my escape wasn't exactly as stealthy as planned.