The birds are flying happily,
round and round in the tree.
From branch to branch they hop
or to the ground they drop.

They spied the food hanging there,
only they weren't aware
of the cat slowly crawling near,
if so, they'd be trembling in fear.

For where there are birds dining,
the cat finds its next meal by diving
onto a poor unsuspecting bird.
Such an awful ball of fur.

But, don't fret, birds use their wings
to fly away fast while they sing.
The cat's angry but it was impend
that the birds should have a happy end.

Returning after a school trip,
you're excited to be home again.
Can't wait to walk up the path,
glad to see the familiar terrain.

You open the front door and
take a deep breath through your nose,
expecting to smell the familiar scent
of that which you hold so close.

You stop dead in your tracks,
so very short no one notices it,
it's something you never expected
and something you'd never admit.

Something in the air changed,
the air that fills this place.
You used to regard it as home,
yet now it feels like outer space.

The thought keeps returning,
it doesn't smell like home...
and then you ask yourself,
oh, where has the time gone?
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She lies in bed late at night
and listens to the pouring rain.
The falling drops are comforting,
but it doesn't numb the pain.

She hides beneath her blanket,
the wind outside howling sadly.
The noise isn't able to keep out
the pain she hates so badly.

She puts her head beneath the pillow
to try and block all the sounds
of the anger and emotion
that off walls and ceiling bounds.

The storms of family fighting
rushes through the house like hurricanes.
Yet even though it hurts her heart,
from crying she always refrains.

She pretends she's deep asleep
as someone knocks on her door.
'Please, just leave, go away,
I can't take this anymore.'

She lies in bed late at night
and wishes for better days.
Though she knows it's futile,
she waits for the sun's shining rays.