"awhir" poems
He is off to devour the babysitter
No need for shoes in the summer heat
No need for pants inside the house
Three steps at a time, claws awhir
Teeth aching to crunch the bones of his Brazilian prey
Sometimes I remember to move carefully around his loud, joyful willingness
Or I don't remember
And tear out a fat chunk of adventure with a stinging rebuke
But he is a T-Rex with two tons to spare
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
He is off to devour the babysitter
No need for shoes in the summer heat
No need for pants inside the house
Three steps at a time, tiny claws awhir
Tyrannosaurus teeth aching to crunch the bones of his Brazilian prey
Sometimes I remember to move carefully around his loud, joyful willingness
Or I don't remember
And tear a fat chunk of adventure out of him with a stinging rebuke
But he is a T-Rex with two tons to spare
Apr 2, 2022
Apr 2, 2022 at 10:14 AM UTC