I'm Hiding

I'm hiding here
under my bed
pretending I'm
the cat
waiting to be fed.
Won't you please
pet the head
of the cat 
who is hiding
under the bed.


     Where is your favorite place to hide?  Can you write a poem about hiding or about something you'd like to hide.  Have fun writing.

December is a busy month.
It's hurry, hurry, hurry
bustle, bustle.
It's time to write cards
and hustle, hustle.

It's a time of secrets
and hiding places.
It's cookie baking 
and happy faces.

It's decorating the tree
all weekend long
and practising singing
the Christmas songs.

It's a time
when there is lots 
to do.
And, I'm taking
this season
to think
of you.

     Thank you for reading my blog and sharing poetry with me.  Your poetry challenge for today is to write your own poem about one of the things you traditionally do during December.  Have fun writing.

Monkey in a Tree

A Saddleback Tamarin

hugs the tree,

he moves away

so I can't see

he is trying to 

hide from me.

     This is one of the many animals I got to see on my recent trip to the Peruvian Rain-forest.  What would you do if you saw a monkey in a tree? Could you write a poem for him?  If you wrote a poem from the monkey's voice that would be a persona poem.  Give it a try.  Have fun.

THERE IS A MONSTER

There Is A Monster

There is a monster

all in red

with a great

hairy head.

He is hiding. He is hiding

under my bed.

There is a monster

with sharp yellow teeth

and I see him underneath.

He is hiding. He is hiding

under my dresser.

A mean orange monster

with big floppy ears,

his cheeks are damp

with great big tears.

He is hiding. He is hiding

in my closet.

There is a monster

with a green scaly tail.

He quivers and shakes

to no avail.

He is hiding. He is hiding

in the toy chest.

There is a monster

with a purple furry neck.

He doesn't like me

even a speck.

He is hiding. He is hiding

on the shelf.

There is a monster

with blue eyes.

He wants to wear

a good disguise.

He is hiding. He is hiding

in the trash can.

There is a brown monster

who is a strange fellow.

He is hiding. He is hiding

under my pillow.

There is a monster

with shiny black horns

he is shy and bashful

and all forlorn.

He is hiding. He is hiding

behind the hamper that is full.

All these monsters

I can see.

I wonder what

it can be.

Why are they all

such big scaredies?

They are hiding. They are hiding

away from me.

     I love the idea of furry monsters.  My imagination congers all sorts of interesting creatures.  Do you like monsters too?  OK, so let's try writing a poem about a monster today.  What does your monster look like?  What does your monster do?  Does it make your bed, do your homework, wash your hair?  Remember to use your five senses.  What does it smell like?  What does it eat?

  Have fun writing your monster poem.  Please share with me in the comments below.  Have fun.