Happy Birthday, Masi

It is my Masi's birthday today. She won't say how old she is but she seems pretty hot and tired in the photo. But since she is enjoying summer in Oz right now, I hope she has had a lovely day.

On this occasion, I dedicate a poem to her which I wrote only today. It is called Paws.

Paws are sharp, not like straws

Paws are white, which the animals bite

Paws are bright, but can't be used for sight

Paws are great for scratching your mate.

Hope you like it. Meanwhile, have a wonderful year, all my lovely readers.