Angela Wybrow Poems
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Hot Air Balloon
I saw a hot air balloon flying over my house:
Most of the time, it was as quiet as a mouse,
But, every so often, its burners suddenly roared,
And higher, up into the sky, it suddenly soared.
My excitement, I found hard to keep at bay,
As, a hot air balloon, you don't see every day.
A passenger balloon floating through the air,
For me, is so special, as the sight is so rare.
The sight of the balloon, filled me with delight,
And I stood watching it, until it flew out of sight.
My eyes were stuck to the balloon, just like glue,
As it floated across ...
I'll miss your hot breath upon my knee,
And your big, brown eyes gazing up at me.
I'll miss you galloping up the stairs,
And finding your fur just about everywhere!
I'll miss you snuffling through the waste paper bins,
And you hungrily eyeing my biscuit tin.
I'll miss the feel of your cold, wet nose,
And you sitting, listening to all of my woes.