wee words for wee ones: March 2014

Who's Still Awake?

What do I do
when I hear
whoooooo?

Go to sleep,
make not a peep.

(I've gone "afowl"
if I hear an owl)

Post Game Report

Our team lost
the big game.
The season's over -
what a shame.

Hide and Peek

Turtle hides
when snake seeks.
Until dangers pass,
Turtle peeks.

Mrs. Wren makes
her home
on Mr. Saguaro's lapel,
just above his heart.

Her hole mars
his finest
prickled green
pinstripe suit.

Mr. Saguaro spreads
his scarred arms
wide -
starburst tips splayed
like sharply
manicured fingertips
warning
Mrs. Wren,
"I'm not a bird house!"

But she just
flits
past his outstretched
arms
completely ignoring
him.

Under the Weather

Body aches
and chills.
It's not fun
being ill.

Slide Ride

I clambered up the ladder,
rung over rung.
At the tip top
the hot metal stung.

I pushed my body forward,
feet first - zoom!
Off the end I flew
onto my bottom - boom!

Farmyard Fashionista

Elsie was a bovine

of the highest couture.

A fashionista

surrounded by manure.

Elsie's exquisite style

was in a class of its own.

An especially fetching look

was the moo-moo she'd sewn.

Elsie and her moo-moo

started a farmyard craze.
Now from pasture to trough
cows wear moo-moos to graze.

What Was That?

Scrub and sand
something flicks.
A flash of green,
lizard quick.

Family Vacation

depth of teen
angst
Grand Canyon

Gossip

Whispers waft
in her wake.
Dirty laundry.

Swinging Into Spring

to and fro
ponytail flow

pump and glide
weightless ride

highest height
pure delight

Wild Winds Blow

Deck chairs bang,
wind chimes clang,
wild winds blow.

Bits of grass fly
straight into my eye,
wild winds blow.

Faint burger scent
from the diner's vent,
wild winds blow.

Tresses are stressed,
I've a rooster crest,
wild winds blow.

Dirt in my mouth,
gusts from the south,
wild winds blow.

Who Am I?

I can be either
green or red,
I have thin skin,
and in time
I become wine.
Who am I?

A Day to Wear Green

Today is the day to don your green.
If you don't, someone just might be mean.

A pinch for those with no green to wear?
Just say you have on green underwear!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Concert Cattle Call

I'm cramped,
and craning.
My attention span
is waning.

Can not see,
want to leave.
Massive crowds,
my pet peeve.

Sweetness Spoiled

her cupcake remains
untouched
positive biopsy

Mom's Purse

Mom's purse,

full of history.

Mom's purse,

full of mystery:

to do list

body mist

dental floss

lip gloss

hairy mint

clump of lint

hair clip

Q-tip

cell phone

dog's bone

movie stubs

eight of clubs

stale snack

Tic Tac

Mom's purse

full of mystery.

Mom's purse

full of history.

Off-Line

I touch
and type.
My screen's
my life.

Wi-fi's out,
now off-line.
For screen time
I do pine.

Really, Really Late

Trying to avoid
the inevitable.
Speeding ticket.

Peel to Reveal

Undress
sweetness.

Banana.

Healing Happens

Anger's
sharp,
jagged point
stabs my
contentment
leaving me
breathless,
shaking,
empty.

But in the
emptiness
something smooth,
soothing,
subtle
can sneak in...

...forgiveness.

Healing happens
if
you allow it.

Time to Go to Bed

Eyes watery,
puffy and red.
Wish it was time
to go to bed.

Sitting in Math,
a subject I dread.
Wish it was time
to go to bed.

Late night texting,
should've slept instead.
Wish it was time
to go to bed.

Yawning, dizzy,
throbbing head.
Wish it was time
to go to bed.

"You are dismissed,"
Ms. Tangent said.
Wish it was time
to go to bed.

Final bell rang,
to home I fled.
Wish it was time
to go to bed.

Barely ate dinner,
I feel so dead.
It is now time
to go to bed.

Goodnight!

Peppered Past

Black kernels -

pitted,

pebbled,

pungent.

I ground

them

into my soup.

Post Traumatic Cookie Disorder

There’s more of me now

than at the start of the season.

Girl Scout cookies

are the primary reason.

This tasty juncture

has finally ended.

By the final box,

my belt is extended.

Epic Fishing Failure

I hook my pink wiggly bait,
full of hope for dinner's fate.

For a nibble I must wait,
a stock-still bobber isn't great.

My waffled bum from my crate
and the drooping sun mean it's late.

Tonight no fish for my plate,
a fishless meal I really hate.

Learning to Roller Skate

I wobble,
I teeter,
I hug the wall
I'm a cheater.

Four wheels
on each foot,
I roll a ways
and then kaput!

Arms windmilling,
I grasp air and flail.
But I won't give up -
I refuse to fail.

Slow and slothful -
I step-roll, step-roll.
Instead of skating
I'd rather bowl.

Walk to School

We follow paw prints
along the desert path.
We talk about spelling
and practice for math.

We ponder the prints,
"Dog or coyote?"
Last night's howl
was low and throaty.

We walk a little faster,
we pick up the pace.
When we reach school
we are running a race.