Newest Release from Lena Land Books: My Cat Smiles In Her Sleep

Newest Release from Lena Land Books: My Cat Smiles In Her Sleep

For children ages 6 and under

If I’m lucky I catch Asha doing something so sweet.

Would you believe my cat smiles in her sleep?

I imagine her fishing with no bait and no rod.

Clawing at jumpy trout, pink salmon or cod.

Maybe she’s dreaming of the jungle and stalking her prey.

Or chasing blind mice down an alleyway.             

If you have a cat, the next time it’s napping move in real close.

Tilt your head to the side and don’t you dare blink.

Just take a peek and you might see it too.

Cats smile in their sleep, maybe their dreaming of you!

My Cat Smiles In Her Sleep is a humorous tale of how children relate and communicate with animals while nourishing their imagination. 

Lena Land Books

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Author Lena Williamson featured in Metro NY

Author Lena Williamson is one of the winners of Mayor Bloomberg’s Annual Poetry Twitter Contest.  Williamson was able to capture her love for the MTA using less than 140 characters.  Poetry in Motion!

Winning Tweet:  I run to you/thru stinging rain and climbing snow/I wait for you/My Ironhorse/My Silver Stallion/My M train

http://www.metro.us/newyork/news/local/2013/04/18/2013-nycpoetweet-winners/

Lena Land Books

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Writer's Block

I let my mind wander

Until I lost myself in this great big world,

On a road I could not pass.

For Robert Frost it was the road less traveled by

That made all the difference.

While nearby Walt Whitman tumble through Leaves of Grass.

With bitten nails, a savage mane and eyes living beyond my body-

I see

Langston Hughes lingers on A Dream Deferred

As Shirley Jackson shares The Lottery.

Not far off I see a Phenomenal Woman hovering high above an already lofty tree.

And Still I Rise mocks Dr. Angelou peering down at little old me.

In the midst of my lethargy I can hear Uncle Tom’s Children

Leading Richard Wright by the hand.

To a small horse drawn carriage waiting to my left,

Where Emily Dickinson dally with death.

I quickly move along up a winding road,

Armed with nothing more than a pen.

And in my haste I stumble across Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man.

And it is through his eyes that I see a dead end.

Others might see a finish line.

I’ve found out more about life being lost,

Because experience is such a willing guide.

Poem by Lena Williamson

Lena Land Books

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