My Quiet Time
I pick a book
from off my shelf.
I read. I dream
all by myself.
My quiet time
to think about
all the world
from inside out.
©Charles Ghigna
A Possum in the House
A possum got inside the house.
I thought it was a giant mouse.
It ran and hid beneath the bed
And then pretended he was dead.
I waited by the bedroom door.
The possum ran across the floor.
Possums look a lot like rats,
Except they are the size of cats.
With fifty teeth inside a snout,
It’s always best to let them out.
It’s always best to let them out.
Debra Ghigna, Guest Poet
Sleep Over
Last night all the lightning
and thunder was frightening.
And so I crawled under
your bed for a while,
beneath a big pile
of clothing and toys
(because of the noise).
So next time it’s stormy
and you’re looking for me,
don’t worry or wonder;
if I’m sleeping over,
and it starts to thunder--
I’m sleeping under.
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