Thursday, March 31, 2016

March out.....like a Cordelia.

It was the last day of March. Cordelia poofed herself out on the bench. She was very pretty.
Spencer  preferred the cushy chair on the porch. He was also  enjoying the last day of March.
No one was around. It was still and silent.
Cordelia knew Spencer was around the corner. Her ears twitched.
On this last day of March, Cordelia decided to go visit the greenhouse.
It was nice in the greenhouse
She had a window all to herself.
The clematis was flowering.The entire greenhouse smelled sweet and lovely.
Cordelia decided to have a look around. It was much too quiet.
On this last day of March she padded up to the hill.
She hopped up onto one of the Moai.
She knew how pretty she was . So she sat there a long time.  Hoping someone would see her.
When she came down from the Moai, she had  a look at the porch.
So  she trotted over to stand behind a bush.
Spencer wouldn't see her there. She hoped.
On this last day of March, her nose twizzled in the cool air.
But Someone DID see her, after all.
At last, Someone sat with her, and told her how pretty she looked.
Another Someone danced with her in the pale sunlight. It was such a wonderful day .
But when Spencer appeared, Cordelia toddled for home;on this last day of March.

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