Intermission

by Daisy if you do   Mar 14, 2011


Intermission

She adores their little game of chase
Admiring the "kuk-kuk-kuk" sound,
As if to say "cook, cook, COOK"
She wonders in amazement at them,
Scurrying in flower pots
rooting for their prize
Leaving tiny paw prints
that form side-by-side exclamation points (!!)
in icy snow drifts set upon the soil.
Searching the earth's hidden grocery stores,
often coming up empty handed

Little brown heads crook
toward the window goddess.
From there,
it is where harvest comes.

Movement abounds
and like tiny little acrobats
they scamper along the railing
jumping to the crab-apple tree
that overhangs the balcony
poising their fragile bodies
in prayer like some ceremonial
trance.

Bushy tails wave flags of surrender.

She adores their little game of chase,
But she...
She prefers the intermission.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Kiko

    A good poet often sees the world through the eyes of a child. This poem has that childlike quality of beauty and wonderment, in addition to a lot of darn good descriptive language.

    A most enjoyable read!

  • 13 years ago

    by Edward D Zurovec

    I love this little slice of Life poem
    Dixiedaisy.

    Little brown heads crook
    toward the window goddess.
    From there,
    it is where harvest comes.

    So, you also feed the cute little devils.
    I often take my intermissions at the park by the river; just to watch them chase each other around like spirited children; stopping occasionally to get snacks of fruit and nuts I've tossed them.

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