An only son, he loved to run
and hide in attic going up high
Tread the stair, to his very own lair
Peep from a window, see the blue sky
At night would creep, when all did sleep
Have adventure in dark, hear Owls on wing
So many games to play, before dawn a new day
With a secret so sweet, how his heart could sing
Author notes
picture by Photo Bucket
A contest entry
- Big Point Contest Challenge for a Poetic Form by Haiku-bless-you.
2100 points, ended November 16, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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You have written a poem in good form, too bad it was so short. Your rhyme and meter worked well, enjoyed reading this, thanks for your entry.
Dennis
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An only child always seems to have the ability to compensate for the lack of siblings, wiuth a wild and colorful imagination. Your rhyme was spot on to the form.
Thank you for entering the contest and sharing your talent.
Bill
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Good....
..... write very well done! I enjoyed the picture you included as well it sort of rounded out the piece well. I will be back to read more!
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If only the kids in Flowers in the ATtic had been able to read this; it would have probably made them laugh... then cry... then laugh some more.
Anyway, great job!
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