A NEW WORLD

Splash,

I dive into the crystal blue pool,

Looking at the sun, now looking all mashed up and splattered just like a baby painted it

I felt like I was in a different world

In my world the grass would be vibrant white and the dew would massage my feet, and the sun would look like it did now maybe I was in a different world.

I surfaced and swam back.

THE SONG OF THE FISH

Splash!

I jump in the air
My fins longing for the feel of water

I fell back and let gravity pull me down
back into the deep abyss of the ocean.

Take a break from serious poems and read my poem Daffy duck

Why are you running away? From the willow trees beginning to sway, where Daffy duck begins to stay. Forever on it’s roost on bay.

PANTHER HOUR

Whoosh the trees rustle
The night sings it’s lullaby and that when the panthers will come,

Their sleek black fur moves silently under the undergrowth, it slinks under the shadows

It’s body brushing against the leaves, egging it to continue singing it’s song. That’s when the panthers will come.

Their emerald eyes flash
Suddenly and poof they’re gone disappeared into the night

That’s when the panthers will go.