I gripped my fists
And ran in place,
stuck out my tongue
and squinched my face.
Made boo-boo lip
and slammed the door,
crossed my arms
and stomped the floor.
You tried to talk,
I ran and hid.
Why do you
treat me like a kid?
"Appearances to the Contrary" from Wham! It's a Poetry Jam
by Sara Holbrook (Wordsong, an imprint of Boyds Mills Press,
2002). Reprinted with the permission of Boyds Mills Press,
Inc. Text copyright (c) 2002 by Sara Holbrook.
and ghosts fly across the night Cats dressed in black, spring into sight Toothless witches waltz across the moon. Owls atop fence posts hoot WHO? WHO? Beasts and beauties beat upon doors Echoes of "Trick or Treat" soar to a roar Rest in peace! Halloween's over!
(and consequently so is October!)