Dreams of a Kitten by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Dreams of a Kitten

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giant is a hacked wine-skin, and the blood four and twenty

gallons of red wine that it had in its belly, and the cut off

head is the woman that bore me; and the devil take it all.”

“What art thou talking about, fool?” said Don Quixote; “Art thou

in thy senses?”

With those words echoing in his ears, Stevie felt a gentle nudge

and slowly opened his eyes. He was back in his cozy home, the

fire crackling softly beside him. Yet, the dream lingered,

filling him with a sense of courage and wonder.

From that day on, Stevie carried the spirit of Don Quixote with

him, always ready to embark on new adventures, whether in his

dreams or in the real world. And every night, as he curled up by

the fire, he hoped to once again ride alongside the valiant

knight of La Mancha, chasing dreams as boundless as the stars.

Sunny Skies

James Taylor

Sunny Skies sleeps in the morning

He doesn't know when to rise

He closes his weary eyes upon the day

Look at him yawning

Throwing his morning hours away

He knows how to ease down slow

Everything is fine in the end

And you will be pleased to know