Brighton

Tristan Brown, black, and soft Sends messages to me with magic She makes me feel loved and safe I love my special cat

Wind Prickly, strong Pushing, moving, blowing The wind is blowing. Breeze

There once was a cat named Tristan Who would only eat out of a red pan She nibbled on cat food She thought it was good But her food only came in a can

There once was a bird named Harry The bird he was is a canary He flew around Then fell to the ground And turned into a big ripe cherry