Soaring through the sky,
a falcon with a shimmering eye,
shinning sharp claws,
large feathery wings,
pulled down on the ground it saw a mouse browned.
Then it was soaring, and I definitely don’t think that is boring.
Poem by Gracelynn Mehta
Doodling and drawing since the age of 5, I thought to give words to my pictures, so I can put my imagination out well and explained. Which somehow created an interest within me, to write and rhyme. Letting you know I’m 8″, which I think its absolute great. I am in New Hampshire, a place that is almost for me, with coldness and windy weather, its a place I almost would be.