As the chances of someone scrolling to page 3 of my blog are pretty slim, I decided to repost this.Pik and Skrik are my pet roosters.
As a bright green ball flashes through the sky
Pik decides that it's time to fly
From atop the stairs he launches high,
for "the tennis ball shalt now die!"
With a flap,a pop
The ball never again will hop.
Grass coated by dew
In low shaded shrub – birdsong
Tree leaves painted gold
Op koue winters dag sit kleine hoenders en wag; vir die reën om op te hou. Jy moet onthou, Dis `n koue winters dag. Met klouende nat vere en tone wat bewe, sit Pik en Skrik en wag. Hulle bly sit Skrik se vere raak stadig wit Soos water by hom afloop. Hulle sit vir mooi weer en hoop. Selfs al is die deur wawyd oop. Net vir `n tennisbal sal hulle kom. Want altyd jaag hulle hom. In die huis in; Bons bons bons Pak-ke-pêk-ploek In die huis sit warm kloek.
Chittering, swifts fly carried on cool morning breeze; sun shining up high
Twittering of birds Green leaves against a blue sky Distant piano
Chirping of crickets Silver moonlight in darkness Branches rustling
As a bright green ball flashes through the sky
Pik decides that it's time to fly
From atop the stairs he launches high,
for "the tennis ball shalt now die!"
With a flap,a pop
The ball never again will hop.
Pik and Skrik (my pet roosters) hate tennis balls and white shoes.
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