Being Little Part Two

 

 

The heather is thick and in full bloom

It rustles like the wind in the shrubs

Two beady little dark green eyes

Appear in the blossoms,darting to and fro

 

Then as the rain begins again

The little being runs out

Dodging between all the legs and feet

Colours blurring while he moved to a safe spot

 

The brown clothes and slippers

Blending the little one into his background

He stands for a minute in contemplation

Wishing the bustle of spring was over

 

Jumping to the sounds of popping balloons

He runs closer to his goal, almost being squashed

Looking like a twig in the breeze,he skitters

Slipping and falling kersploosh into a puddle

 

Gasping for breath as a small hand dunks him under

He bobs up for a deep breath, slurp dunked again

This time he dips and moves away from under the hand

The goo freeing him he hides under a clump of grass

 

There under the edge of the puddle he hides

Relief filling his lungs as voices boom

The feet and hands move away

Being little isn't always easy

 

As the way becomes clear he struggles out

Slippning and sliding his way to the shrubs

Knowing he will be safe in them, yellow teeth shine

For the brown blurr squishes into the

Just one more stick in the mud.......

 brush

 

 

Reviews

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i absolutely love this poem its very wonderful and full of beauty. i love poems that have the love for nature and the beauty of nature within each word. i love your poem. great job.