Pitter Patter

Pitter Patter

The pitter patter of little feet

racing across the floor

Full of never-ending energy

seeking an open door

Running straight ahead

traveling via side to side

Waddling like a penguin

They take all turns wide

Almost losing their balance

begins swaying to a stop

Reaching for the closest wall

they can make a prop

Quickly their racing days start over

when they attempt to move again

what can possibly slow them down

dashing towards the den

Something halts them in their tracks

their fanny plops to the ground

Eyes began to fill with salty tears

Their face now wears a frown

What could have ended the race

with all of the energy to spare

Is that tires that are burning ?

smelling up the air

Stephen Boan

copyright © Jan 9,1999