On a snowy winter evening with a sleepy winter moon,
I skated ‘cross the icy field where fog began to loom,
Ignoring calls of siblings,following my tail,
I skated faster,faster, till I began to sail.
I was a sailboat floating past a snowy island’s shore
Carrying one passenger,just I and no one more.
I was a dolphin flying in its stormy sky of waves,
Dancing through a labyrinth of underwater caves.
I was a graceful eagle soaring through the dark’ning skies,
Letting out loud screeching caws - my victory cries.
I was a speedy cheetah running on the lush green land,
Stopping only once to curl up in the hot, dry sand.
I was a tiny bluebird flying to its comfy nest,
Singing to its heart’s content to be the best of best.
I was a small, small spider, with silky webs to weave,
Cleaning up its little loom before it’s time to leave.
Nothing in the whole wide world will ever,ever stop me,
Not even brother’s screaming call, or sister’s soft,soft plea.
But then I turn around to hear my mother’s far off cry,
And so I turn around and whisper a small and soft goodbye.
What could have stopped my evening skate? What word would be a winner?
None other but my mother’s call: one of a warm, hot dinner.