Grey

Grey is spiking smoke running to pierce my eyes.

Grey is thunderclouds waiting to scare my in my dream.

Grey is the crack of ashes in the fire.

Grey is the sourness of a starfruit to split my tongue open.

Grey is lonely and sad.

Grey is sleepiness in my happy dream.

Grey is my cat Spurgeon piercing our fingers with his claws.

Grey is my dad’s head when he shaves it.

Grey is lead-covered erasers

And a fuzzy elephant with its floppy ears.

Grey is a moldy apple,

A pheasant,

And an eagle.

Grey is a mouse, lint, ashes,

And old chewing gum smashed on the concrete in the sidewalk.

Grey is floppy puppy ears of a newborn puppy.

Grey is quietness in the dark night.

 

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About Cherie Blessing

My name is Miss Blessing, and I would like to welcome you to our class blog! Teaching is the calling of my heart, and I hope to set an example of tenacious engagement in learning this year. Let the Great Adventure begin!

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