Before I am Famous

literature is something we infer after the story is told

Untitled Haikus

Posted on | February 11, 2006 |

Pretending it’s real
Sparky flings the fuzzy mouse
in the air, making me laugh.

In the gusty March
wind, my kite soars with the birds
string breaks and away it flies.

Something smells extra good
from the kitchen must be
cookies. I help myself.

Category: poems for children

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