I am like a house-cat, tamed and content with the slow tradition that every day brings,
But, like the cat, I am vicious inside, when disturbed out of the sweetest thoughts and dreams.
I am like a ball of fluff when my hair cascades down across my vision.
The hair that is the first comment of everyone’s conversation.
But I am also like the delicate flower, blowing lazily in the breeze,
Waiting for the change of season to come and take me along too.