Saturday, April 5th, 2014
For today’s prompt, write a discovery poem.
While watering day lilies,
shoots half-grown at best,
sudden motion startles me.
I wait a moment, hose at bay,
but nothing further happens.
“Toad, perhaps,” I lightly guess
and go back to my spraying.
A panic of furry, brown blobs
scuttles out from leafy hide
then huddles in the open.
Five tiny rabbits.
Quietly I back away and hope
no fox or hawk will discover
the tender prey that I uncovered.
Gammelor Goodenow