A poem

Well, I deleted the translated tale (I thought of more interesting stuff to write). Like this poem, which I wrote at English class - it was a 5-minute writing exercise - and later developed. Enjoy!

It really sounds like an hallucination or drug experience, doesn't it?

She sat by the window and wrote some nice sentences in her notebook.

The snow was slowly falling around her, m

aking empty places in her room.

She heard sounds: dogs were barking, people were talking, the water was pouring.

The wind made everything silent and clean.

She became a cat.

A tiny, orange cat with big blue eyes and a long black tail.

Her whisker pads were shining in the moonlight.

She walked around in the house, looking for a place to sleep.

As she finally slept, on an inviting armchair.

The wind of thoughts began to whirl.

And the clouds of the moon were rolling away.

Red stripes floated before her eyes.

Gleaming, glowing and stunning.

She became a duck, slipping along the roof.

While the green shadows cast insects on her.

A blue dragonfly took her on a ride.

To a large field of wood anemones.