For most of the way, it's silent until gravity tries to pull it down.

It got smashed by a black cat.

The cat shadowed over it, looking down on it.

What a sad cat..."

   "Emi, what do you think about my poem?" I read the poem I made for my English class to Emiley hoping she could give me some criticism before I turn it in.

   She stared at the poem. "What's the poem about? I don't get it?"

   I stood silent. I didn't give my poem a certain meaning, I just wrote what was in my head at the time.