Snowflake
I hear a light stomp in the next room,
and I roll over.
A quiet second goes by and I doze off again.
Another stomp,
and I sigh as my eyes begin to open.
Your dishes clank,
and I sit up quickly and throw my blankets.
You stomp again,
louder this time, to make sure you're heard.
I open my door,
and quickly round the corner to see you,
standing up tall,
on your hind legs and sniffing the air around you.
I smile as always,
and pick up my impatient little bunny.
This poem is about:
Me
My family