Shel.

Rain

I opened my eyes

And looked up at the rain,

And it dripped in my head

And flowed into my brain,

And all that I hear as I lie in my bed

Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,

I walk very slow,

I can't do a handstand -

I might overflow,

So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said-

I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head. 

Shel.

It's dark in here

I am writing these poems

from inside a lion,

and it's rather dark in here.

So please excuse the handwriting

which may not be too clear.

But this afternoon by the lion's cage

I'm afraid I got too near.

And I'm writing these lines

from inside a lion,

and it's rather dark in here.