Here is a poem that Melissa wrote when she was a kid about her.
MY CAT
What is that thing that streaks black and white throughout the room? Why it is a playful cat. Ricocheting off furniture and floor. What excitement to watch that cat, jumping off the couch. Flying left and right, whistling through the wind. Jumping wildly on my siblings. Not one moment did it stay on the ground. Pouncing like a little kitten off my mom and dad. Finally its calming down and its peaceful and serene once again.
BY MELISSA HUGHES
What is that thing that streaks black and white throughout the room? Why it is a playful cat. Ricocheting off furniture and floor. What excitement to watch that cat, jumping off the couch. Flying left and right, whistling through the wind. Jumping wildly on my siblings. Not one moment did it stay on the ground. Pouncing like a little kitten off my mom and dad. Finally its calming down and its peaceful and serene once again.
BY MELISSA HUGHES















