Kat Franceska writes Poetry.

She also naps well

, eats a great deal

yet remains small.

She reads too little

works in a library

rather predictably drinks tea from a large patterned mug.

She enjoys a meaningful hug and standing at the sea with the rest of the country

behind her. Now an adult, she checks the weather

forecast before leaving home.

She cacchinates

, occasionally remembers her word of the day.

She strives to be laconic.