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Snow Cat
From the window she hunts
Snowflakes riding winter winds.
She leaps!
Pinning herself to the screen
Like a snow glob stuck to the glass
Before it seeps to the floor.
Snow Boy
From the window he hunts
Snowstorms riding distant winds.
He wishes!
Pressing himself to the cold
Like a breath that fogs the glass
Before it disappears.
Snow Girl
From the window she hunts
Snow angels riding glistening winds.
She peers.
Angling herself to the glass
Like a ray of sunlight that shines bright
Before breaking into color.
Snow Dog
From the window he hunts
Snow boots trudging through frigid winds.
He dreams!
Turning away from the cold
Like a door that shuts
Before the intruder arrives.
© 2012 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved
The ants invaded Kindergarten
When we went out to play.
They ate our jelly crackers,
And they threw our plates away.
They sorted all the buttons
Into black and brown and not.
They must have moved the lizard
‘Cause he wasn’t in his spot.
They painted with the green,
But they seemed to use their feet.
Then they used the toilet,
And they didn’t raise the seat.
We think they played pretend
‘Cause the hats were on the floor.
They used the wooden blocks
To make a village with a store.
They changed the daily calendar.
Today’s now Saturday.
They pulled out all the alpha-books
And opened them to A.
They must have gotten tired
‘Cause when we came up the stairs
They all were sleeping soundly
In our cozy reading chairs.
The ants invaded Kindergarten
When we went out to play.
They seemed to have such fun,
We invited them to stay.
© 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved
When I’m at school and far away?
What do you think while you sit in your cage,
Sniffing the air and chewing the hay?
Do you know where I’ve gone
And what I am doing?
Do you wonder what I smell?
Do you wonder what I’m chewing?
© 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved
Scout |
Most of the day
she lazes and naps,
dreaming of sleeping
on warm, cozy laps.
But when it gets dark,
she parks by my bed,
and seems to be dreaming
of eating my head.
© 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved
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