Power of a Yawn
A yawn went through the shop that day,
loudly and proudly, and I could not get away.
I watched it coming, flowing mouth to mouth,
first it went east, and then it turned south.
I tried to run, but it caught me as I turned a corner.
A little girl yawned big before I could warn her.
It is weird how powerful a yawn can be.
I believe it got all of us and there were at least twenty-three.
I tried to escape before it entered its second round,
but I did not get far as this is a very small town.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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