Little lost Tide
On the warm sunlit beach, where the waves liked to play,
Luna, the black cat, was watching the bay.
With sharp eyes so clever, she looked out to sea,
Where something was drifting. But what could it be?
Hide and Seek
“Where’s Max?” called out Bee with typical glee,
Chasing a butterfly, wild and free.
Then Ollie, the fast one with orange stripes bold,
Said, “Hey, we should find him! He might be cold!”
Charlie the Seagull
Right then from the sky, with a loud, flapping sound,
A seagull swooped down, and sat on the ground.
“Mine!” it squawked loudly, with their fish in its claws,
Max jumped up in anger, “That’s our lunch, not yours!”
Bee at Sea
When Bee woke up, what a sight she saw,
She was way out at sea, and a long way from shore.
She called aloud with a startled meow,
“Where am I?” she cried, “What shall I do now?”
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The Parcel
Poor Luna and Bee, who’d been out for a game,
Now found their way barred when homeward they came.
“Get out of our doorway!” Bee meowed in dismay,
As they pushed at the box, but it wouldn’t give way.
The Stray
In the narrow streets of Crail, where the sea meets the sky,
A white kitten wandered, with a soft and low sigh.
The sun shone out brightly, the cobblestones gleamed,
But the kitten was lonely. Of her lost home she dreamed.
The Cats of Crail 