Fiction, Poetry and Havering

April Poem-a-Day — April 5, 2014

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



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