I am but an Orange Loaf
How orange cat loaf comes to be
I am but an orange cat loaf,
And no I'm not a simple oaf.
My body is fluffy and full of spring,
One couldn't ask for a prettier thing.
I knead my own biscuits and keep you stress free,
No matter the time; whether one, two, or three.
The sun is my oven that keeps me nice and warm,
Until I grow too hot, then will I transform.
Be it a croissant, a muffin, or maybe a toasty bun,
I'll always bring a bit of joy and good fun.
At the end of the day my true form will come back,
But until then please enjoy this humble little snack.
About the Creator
Toby Heward
Creativity is boundless. We are gardeners that bring forth these fruits of wonder. Nature is my passion and I love to help readers see the stories with their own eyes through my works. Whether its poems, fact, or fiction I bring it to life.
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