Pussy Cat by Vicki Nelson

Vicki Nelson (1952). “The Sleep is a cocoon of warmth and peace. It comes to me multicolored like a blanket being laid over me. If I cannot sleep I relax my limbs and count sheep backward from 100 in English and Norwegian. I love heliotrope and citrus smells. Cinnamon smells homey. Lemon and citrus are refreshing. I love waves, rain, birds chirping. I do not like sounds of garbage trucks, lawn mowers and close thunder. My mother Hermene Conner sang to us when we were children “Pussy Cat” as a lullaby.”

Pussy Cat

Pussy cat, Pussy cat,

Where have you been?

I’ve been to London

To visit the Queen.

Pussy cat, pussy cat,

What did you there?

Frightened a little mouse

Under her chair.

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