Here’s a poem I wrote when I was bout 10 years old. Somehow it’s been banging around in my head all these years, despite the fact that I usually have a pretty bad memory. It’s not anything amazing, but I thought it might be fun to share. Enjoy!
Spinning quickly, weaving webs.
Planning patterns in his head.
Thinking: Did I miss a spot?
It’s hard to see in a garden pot!
Trying to catch a juicy fly,
But all just miss him flying by.
Then finally, with a sudden jerk
His trap’s caught something – and it worked.
He sinks his teeth right in his meal
And swallows it with a little “squeal!”