Seasons In My House



Dogs barking, Birds chirp,

Cats swinging their paws at things.

That’s my house in spring.


Cats can’t go outside,

“Man,” they say, “what a bummer.”

Inside all summer.


Three rats run around.

The dogs playing with a ball.

In my house’s fall.


Mice run from meow,

The dog is now a sprinter,

My house’s winter.


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