Hear ye hear ye
it’s national poetry writing month. The goal is to write a poem a day. I’m not sure I can commit to that but I will write more than usual.
I suddenly become aware of the silence
Now my mind is racing
My heart is pumping
What’s going on?
It’s too quiet
I walk cautiously through the house
Every step takes me closer to the unknown
As I peer around the corner, I see them
One is sitting on the counter
The other is sitting on the floor
They were finally successful
After many foiled attempts
They got into the cookie jar
— I will call this one, Toddlers—