My plants, they are mostly shrubs, Woodless, no roots can grow deep. A certain line I exist above, With soil trapped in frigid sleep. My children three they are, and two are opposites too. The third sounds like where we got the words 'yodelayheehoo!'

I can be long or short, glass or wood, and cats try knocking things off me if they could. In a cabinet, closet, above the bed i can be, I'm a place to store books, or anything, really.

Whether I'm a gift or a sport Get me near a kitty cat If it fits I sits.

You may do this to a lover with your eyes Or watch it as across the night sky it flies Wooden or metal is this style of club Hitting a home run will be a big hubbub!

I house the wings that long to soar, yet none may leave my open door. I give them space to flap and glide, but just beyond, true freedom lies.