I study the shapes
from my point of view.
I look at myself
As, occasionally, we all must do.
The color of my coat, the length of my tail
The point of my ears, and the clip of my nail.
A mark of these things, a painting will make
The inner tickling’s, ART will shape.
My thoughts untied from the chores of the day.
Art beckons me here to soak in this play.
Colors connect and make something new
Ever exploring the value and hue.
Where do you go to soak in some play?
It’s very important to do this each day!
Maybe your kitchen over a pot of soup.
Maybe the flowers on your front porch stoop.
The place is no matter, whether inside or out
But play you must, rather than pout.
What dreams are your noodling in that lovely heart?
Help them bloom by making some art.