New year,
new fear.
Resolve
to dissolve
fear.
Unseasonably Warm Winter Days
Warm weather,
no sweater.
Play in the sun,
perfect for a run.
Wrong season,
spring teasin'.
Will it be cold later?
Global warming hater.
no sweater.
Play in the sun,
perfect for a run.
Wrong season,
spring teasin'.
Will it be cold later?
Global warming hater.
All Good Things Must Come to an End
Fallen pines line
the street.
Puddles of needles
pool under the
skeletal remains.
Casualties of the season.
Cat and Mouse
'Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the house
you could hear the cat purring,
he had just eaten a mouse.
The mouse lounged lazily
in the fat cat's belly
contemplating his fate,
which was rather smelly.
"This situation's no good,
I don't want to be here.
If I don't get out soon
I'll miss Christmas this year."
The mouse got on his four paws.
He swayed and he wiggled.
The more the mouse danced,
the more the cat giggled.
Between purrs and giggles,
the cat was convulsing.
The mouse's dance moves
had cat's belly pulsing.
Finally the cat couldn't take it,
he gave a lurch and a gack.
Out shot the mouse,
who landed on his back.
Mouse picked himself up
and zipped through the door.
He was home for Christmas,
he couldn't ask for anything more.
The cat on the other hand
was unbelievably tired.
He slept through Christmas
and from mouse hunting he retired.
and all through the house
you could hear the cat purring,
he had just eaten a mouse.
The mouse lounged lazily
in the fat cat's belly
contemplating his fate,
which was rather smelly.
"This situation's no good,
I don't want to be here.
If I don't get out soon
I'll miss Christmas this year."
The mouse got on his four paws.
He swayed and he wiggled.
The more the mouse danced,
the more the cat giggled.
Between purrs and giggles,
the cat was convulsing.
The mouse's dance moves
had cat's belly pulsing.
Finally the cat couldn't take it,
he gave a lurch and a gack.
Out shot the mouse,
who landed on his back.
Mouse picked himself up
and zipped through the door.
He was home for Christmas,
he couldn't ask for anything more.
The cat on the other hand
was unbelievably tired.
He slept through Christmas
and from mouse hunting he retired.
Seasonal Hazard
Up on the rooftop
Clop, clop, clop
Those darn reindeer
Plop, plop, plop
Clop, clop, clop
Those darn reindeer
Plop, plop, plop
Labels:
Bridget Magee,
children's poetry,
clop,
plop,
reindeer,
rooftop,
Seasonal Hazard
New Dog, Old Trick
I am hungry,
but have to wait.
Feels like forever
since I ate.
How long you ask?
About an hour!
Need more than kibble -
got no willpower.
I nibble the couch,
the people yell.
Then suddenly
I smell THE smell.
A fresh rawhide!
They fell for my trick.
I eat furniture
and get a treat quick.
but have to wait.
Feels like forever
since I ate.
How long you ask?
About an hour!
Need more than kibble -
got no willpower.
I nibble the couch,
the people yell.
Then suddenly
I smell THE smell.
A fresh rawhide!
They fell for my trick.
I eat furniture
and get a treat quick.
Labels:
Bridget Magee,
children's poetry,
couch,
hungry,
kibble,
New Dog Old Trick,
rawhide,
smell
Last Minute Shopping
I rush,
I scurry.
I shop,
I worry.
A want?
A need?
Something to wear,
something to read?
Pressure's on,
money's tight.
Over socks,
I saw a fight!
Seven days
until the Eve,
this store
I wanna leave.
I scurry.
I shop,
I worry.
A want?
A need?
Something to wear,
something to read?
Pressure's on,
money's tight.
Over socks,
I saw a fight!
Seven days
until the Eve,
this store
I wanna leave.
Who Am I?
I have eight legs,
all of them hairy.
Harmless to people,
but some think me scary.
I creep out at night,
crawling from my burrow.
I eat insects,
I'm very thorough.
My skeleton is
on the outside.
I molt when I grow,
folks think I've died.
Who am I?
all of them hairy.
Harmless to people,
but some think me scary.
I creep out at night,
crawling from my burrow.
I eat insects,
I'm very thorough.
My skeleton is
on the outside.
I molt when I grow,
folks think I've died.
Who am I?
Counting Sheep
I'm so tired,
I can not sleep.
Wide awake,
I count sheep.
One bah,
two baahhs,
three baaahhhs,
four...
Counting sheep
can be a bore.
I'm still tired,
I count once more,
until the sheep
are at the door.
One bah,
two baahhs,
three baaahhhs,
four...
Counting sheep
is such a chore.
My eyes droop,
my ears thrum.
Counting sheep
is getting dumb.
I want sleep,
I close my eyes.
I start to snooze
until...surprise!
One bah,
two baahhs,
three baaahhhs,
four...
I fall asleep
upon the floor.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
I can not sleep.
Wide awake,
I count sheep.
One bah,
two baahhs,
three baaahhhs,
four...
Counting sheep
can be a bore.
I'm still tired,
I count once more,
until the sheep
are at the door.
One bah,
two baahhs,
three baaahhhs,
four...
Counting sheep
is such a chore.
My eyes droop,
my ears thrum.
Counting sheep
is getting dumb.
I want sleep,
I close my eyes.
I start to snooze
until...surprise!
One bah,
two baahhs,
three baaahhhs,
four...
I fall asleep
upon the floor.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Labels:
bah,
bore,
Bridget Magee,
children's poetry,
chore,
Counting Sheep,
floor,
sleep,
snooze,
surprise
Rain in the Woods
Drops plop,
puddles fill.
Frogs hop,
peepers trill.
Newts scoot
across the trail.
On leafy boats
fire ants sail.
puddles fill.
Frogs hop,
peepers trill.
Newts scoot
across the trail.
On leafy boats
fire ants sail.
Labels:
Bridget Magee,
children's poetry,
frogs,
newts,
peepers,
puddles,
Rain in the Woods,
trail
Seasonal Closet Changes
tank tops
sleeveless shirts
sun dresses
flowered skirts
put up
put away
winter clothes
out today
sweats
sweatshirts
jeans
wool skirts
sleeveless shirts
sun dresses
flowered skirts
put up
put away
winter clothes
out today
sweats
sweatshirts
jeans
wool skirts
Alarming Alarm
A jet engine
precedes
the sun
with a rumble.
Into my pillow
I grumble.
precedes
the sun
with a rumble.
Into my pillow
I grumble.
Labels:
Alarming Alarm,
Bridget Magee,
children's poetry,
dreams,
grumble,
jet engines,
morning,
rumble
Deep Thoughts Defrost
Windshield is fitted
with a crusty
layer of ice.
We sit
in a bubble
waiting
for clarity.
with a crusty
layer of ice.
We sit
in a bubble
waiting
for clarity.
Alternate Transportation
Driving when it's wet
makes me sweat.
Cars still jet,
but I won't fret.
I'll avoid the threat
by walking my pet.
Rain coat on, I'm set.
Exercise I get.
I'll even bet
this is the best day yet.
makes me sweat.
Cars still jet,
but I won't fret.
I'll avoid the threat
by walking my pet.
Rain coat on, I'm set.
Exercise I get.
I'll even bet
this is the best day yet.
Labels:
Alternate Transportation,
Bridget Magee,
children's poetry,
Pet,
rain,
walking,
wet
Tuesday Morning Quarterback
Whistles blow,
off sides.
Grunts and groans,
helmets collide.
Line of scrimmage,
running game.
Our team lost,
refs to blame.
off sides.
Grunts and groans,
helmets collide.
Line of scrimmage,
running game.
Our team lost,
refs to blame.
Self Talk
The glowing green light
of the smoke alarm
is here to protect me
not to do me harm.
I tell myself this
every single night
to keep myself
from nightly fright.
of the smoke alarm
is here to protect me
not to do me harm.
I tell myself this
every single night
to keep myself
from nightly fright.
Labels:
Bridget Magee,
children's poetry,
fright,
night,
protect,
Self Talk,
smoke alarm