Cinquain poems-Christina

Budgie

Colourful, Active        

Perching, Preening, pecking                

Peaceful, warm, cared for                

Bird

Cat 

Fluffy, soft                                              

Loving, purring, meowing      

Spying on strays              

Feline      

Canary       

Jumpy, delicate

Playing, fighting, eating                                   

Staying up late    

Orange French Canary

The Haunted House

The haunted house

I see…The moonlight shine onto the house that hasn’t been lived in for years

I feel...Cobwebs and old antique things ,torn down velvet curtains and draft coming in from the windows.

I smell… Blood on the ground, stale air, rotten skeleton bones

I hear...whispering sounds coming from nowhere

I taste...Rotten air floats into my mouth

I think...That this old house is really haunted and ghosts still live here...