Pillows

I sat upon the pillow,

and the pillow sang

      PLOP, PLOFF.

Then tiny, little feathers

started drifting off.

I'd say I couldn't help it,

and it caused me such delight

that I had to use those feathers

to start a pillow fight.


     Pillow fights are fun.  Have you ever had one?  Instead of starting a fight, how about doing the safe thing and writing a poem about it today?