Puppet Fever
See the sparkle in children’s bright eyes,
how they glow with a smile on their face.
When a puppet begins to dance free,
with a master who moves him with grace.
Hear the laughter kids shout loud with glee,
when a hand puppet tickles their neck.
Daddy’s game they adore every night
and they scream as he gives each a peck.
Feel the happiness filling the room
mama’s fingers they dance up and down,
with ten puppets so small singing songs
and each one has the face of a clown.
Every eve comes the dark of the night
shadow puppets are formed on the wall.
and a boy who dreams someday he’ll be
the greatest puppet master of all.
Anapest Trimeter
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
12.26.2014
Contest: Puppets
5th
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
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