Prompt: Write a poem that describes a walk through a house from the perspective of a child.
Source: davidrm.com/thejournal
Response: Safari
The edge of the rug curls up when I step on it
like a little snake is slithering under there.
The curtains twist in the breeze
like a Velociraptor is playing hide and seek.
The laundry lays in stacks all over
like native hunters lying in wait.
My mommy answers the phone "Hello?"
like a parrot answering back.
A fresh batch of cookies sits on the table
like baby monkeys sun bathing.
I snatch one like a hunting eagle
and steal a big bite before my mommy gets back.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
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