Alligators
The floor is tiled in white and green
Outside the ballet class
Where all the girls run up and down
To make the minutes pass.
Today a new game started -
Only walk on parts of green
For alligators maybe hiding
In the white, unseen.
The ballerinas hop and jump,
Avoiding floor that's white,
All following a leader,
Shrieking in pretended fright.
This new adventure fills the time
Until the teacher calls,
The alligators waiting
In the peaceful, silent halls.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2019
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