Give Me That Gun
Give me that gun the little one said.
So I handed it over, with a big smile.
I wanted him to see how powerful it is.
I wanted him to get the feel for it.
Give me a target the little one said.
I pointed out a squirrel.
He shook his head no.
So I pointed out a bird. He threw down the gun.
Give me a bullet, the little one said.
I want to feel it, I want to carry it.
I want to sleep with it.
What would be the point?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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