My friend and I wrote this poem in the middle of French one day… I know my poetry (in this particular case) is horrible, but I can't rhyme for my life, so five me a break...
Normal-Me
Underlined-My friend
A lithe cat
A brown tabby with a white chest and tail tip (so I made the tail up…)
With hostility she sat
Curling her lip
She glared at the dark gray warrior
Who stared back
With disdain and something more
Although the closeness of Clanmates they lacked
The Crow and Leaf, by each other, will always be adored
Running from their duty
The two stole away
But realized that a Crow and Leaf
Could never be that way
With sorrow in their hearts
And longing for their clans
They did depart
And meet hardly ever again
When a crow caws
And a leaf touches the ground
You know their love will always be around
See what I mean? She's amazing while I stink at rhyming… I'm just going to go cry. :)
I may make another poem about Leafpool and Crowfeather… Ooh, the joys I get of writing about the anguish!
