Doodling a ditty about a kitty
chasing a string. Racing after
dandelion fluff or bubbles
blown with own breath.
Stomping a puddle to watch
drops sparkle air, brushing
uncombed hair from eyes
to better see what’s on other
side of curve or bend.
Lending oneself to laughter
to hear the music found
in that sound for no good
reason, other than the
doing of the thing.
Learning at its best, risking
sickness of soul if you think
you have better things to do.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/27/11
Beautiful write, pure, perfect! I love it. It is the best! Nothing to add, nothing to take away. Wonderful! xoxoxoxoxo
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Annell, I think I would go nuts if I didn’t take time out to play frequently. Really need that,
Elizabeth
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No time like the present to learn new things or improve on the old ones. Nice piece!
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Play is one of the prerequisites to a healthy existence. Thanks for stopping by,
Elizabeth
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‘a ditty about a kitty’ – love it!
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Thanks Tilly Bud, it does sort of dance, doesn’t it? Lol,
Elizabeth
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