Bit of this

The silver birch spends her life dancing, todays wind ebbs and flows in and around, she rejoices in the moment, giving expression with dainty elegance.

Bless his heart, he takes charge of the chaos that evidences the baking activity. "now we wash up", he instructs and marches off with bowls he has neatly stacked.

Black cat has arranges herself in the only patch of sunlight to be bathed in, and
looks ready to drip from one step to another.

Bit of that

It's Dark in Here by Shel Silverstein

I am writing these poems
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.
So please excuse the handwriting
Which may not be too clear.
But this afternoon by the lion's cage
I'm afraid I got too near.
And I'm writing these lines
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.