PACIFIC The North is my home It’s my only comfort zone Sitting in the cat bird seat And always dressed to the tea ********** That winter day in February I saw a shooting star fairy He came and changed the page And I was no longer in the cage ********** I then encountered a storm And I didn’t how to reform I was thirsty, hungry, and tired But I held my feet to the fire ********** I spreaded my wings and flew To the destination that I drew I utilized my own horse sense And acted as a self-defense ********** As I made it to the Pacific Ocean I was reluctant to accept the motion Who knew this would be a mistaken notion I couldn’t hold a candle to Atlantic Ocean ********** There was fate that he came to my life But there was no predestinated love tie When Pacific and Atlantic Oceans tied the knot My plot was no longer cut from the same cloth ********** All are now dead as a door nail And I am certainly clear as a bell Now, I am blowing off some steam And catching up with my novel dream