Sunday, June 13, 2010


Prompt: Write a poem that describes a walk through a house from the perspective of a child.


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.

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