There was a time when I wrote poetry, and some of it wasn’t too terribly bad. And this may come as a surprise to those of you who’ve read #Shadow, but nobody ever died in my poems. Lol So tonight I thought I’d share one of my favorites. This poem was included in the Rave Reviews Book Club’s anthology: Rave Soup for the Weiter’s Soul. It’s a fantastic collection of works by some incredibly talented authors, and if you haven’t read that yet, you need to put it at the top of your reading list. I hope you enjoy my little poem.
The Footprints in the Jell-O
The footprints in the Jell-O were discovered yesterday.
But as to who imprinted them, well…nobody could say.
The pudding also bore the marks of someone’s tiny toes.
I wonder who was walking there – perhaps I’ll never know.
I searched the fridge from side to side, from top to bottom rack.
But I found neither hide nor hair of he who made the track.
And so last night I lay in wait, to see who came to play.
I hoped to spot my mystery guest before the light of day.
But though I sat so quietly and did not move my chair,
I heard no sound within the fridge that said someone was there.
The footprints in the Jell-O were there again today.
The only sign that someone came, and quickly slipped away.