Day eiGHT and NiNe

Having so much fun with the PAD for April.... Here are my poems for the 8th and the 9th. My prompts come from NaPoWriMo and Poetic Asides... see more on my author page at GingerMGalloway.webs.com

DAY eight

She didn't know what she had done

When she walked into the room

She thought they would just have fun

Outside at half past noon

but that was when the bell had rung

another would ring real soon

They thought there would be time to play

They'd just have to wait another day.

© Ginger Galloway 2013

EASY PEASY....

It's time for bed I told the kids

As the time hit eight o' clock

Pee and brush and close the lids

In the hamper, put dirty socks

But sleeping's not what they did

Playing with toys and blocks

With paddle I dared them make a peep

And soon they all were fast asleep!

© Ginger Galloway 2013

Day Nine

the hunt

His eyes were wide

One up

One down

Around, around

Backwards

Hand over fist he moved

Stop!

Eyes rotating

Back and forth

Steady but not quite stealth

Quiet but not quite hidden

Smacking lips

Somewhere near the middle of the 

food chain

The hunter and

The hunted

The call pierces the sky

talons bared

just as the sticky tongue

smacks into the body

of the winged insect

wrapping around and

lifted from the bough

The diner

becomes

the meal.

© Ginger Galloway 2013