poetry

** The Road Not Taken By Robert Frost

//Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.// **

** My cat, Ripken. By Darian Brenner

//My cat is fat She likes to play with my softball bat. When she runs, her round belly jiggles in the sun.

She feels the urge to eat every ten minutes, if she were in an eating contest she'd win it! She is like a bird graceful and sensitive, but when she finds her mouse toy she is attentive.

Ripken is as fat as an elephant. She eats mice as her prey. She eats way to much, but she like it a bunch!// **