He runs wild and shirtless, screaming throughout the day. His mother chases him, threatening his name.
Sometimes he makes it out the door. Sometimes he gets as far as the street. Sometimes he's at the curb. Fear stops his feet.
His young Pavarotti lungs are quiet then. There is no screaming to be heard, apart from his hysterical mother and the power of her word.
He hovers there, toes in the abyss. His flabby legs look ready to leap. He sways in the breeze of the cars. His mother blasts a shriek.
He whirls around almost falling over. His eyes are huge and watery. He's earned a curse that might be his first word. He shrieks like he's won the lottery.
Now he's toddling around the backyard, shrieking at the family cat. The feline comes here often, to get away from all that.
Haha, this kid sounds like my brother when he was little. He had to be on a leash because he would run behind cars otherwise. Kids are crazy sometimes, but I feel like it is the parents that are messing up more nowadays and not teaching them proper respect. But I am not a parent yet, so maybe I am wrong. Great work.
This is great! Funny and something most can relate to. Almost all of us have either been that kid (me...) or we've known someone who was that kid. This is very well expressed. The rhythm and flow was easy to keep reading. The poem was filled with vivid expression allowing me to leap into your words. Thank you for sharing and please return the favor by reviewing one of my pieces.