Oldest to the littlest:
“Here, it’s somewhere over here”
Points to a wandering ivy patch,
tendrils protect a golden egg.
She stoops over and peers
with wandering eight-year-old eyes.
Then rushes in older brother
Sneaks in, scans and scams,
Rips the egg from the scene,
Sister still seeking,
oblivious to the blur
of Gamer Boy who uses
his pounce and plunder skills
straight out of Mario.
“It’s mine!”
“No, it’s mine!”
Caught on tape.
Would a replay ease tears?
So clever! I love your word choices! “Scans and scams” – “Oblivious to the blur of Gamer Boy.” Man, you’re good!!
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Thank you for your comment, it’s so hard writing poetry! So many things to consider..
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