Winter Poems
by
Gypsy Joy.
Giants and black cats told about in the olden days
Roamed among the hills and dales in mysterious ways
Few giants are said to be females
Most were sleeping giant males.
Only fierce black cats dared to wake them up
A giants temper was like thunder
You could hear the earth rumble
When they snored or had a tumble.
Could it possibly be that the giants
Who once roamed the North American lands
Have come to secretly manifest themselves in a way
Only known by giant pumpkins and black cats today?
