Wizened elf researched the fly trappers as well as he could.
They were wreaking havoc and destruction in the deep north wood.
How do you get them to stop? He asked, looking them up at will.
Unfortunately, you have to push them out a bricked over window sill.
We don’t have those wizened elf lamented, now worried.
He heard the mice below, some of them now had scurried.
There has to be another way, he said, reaching for another book.
He has no great solution, I guess, I say, giving him a sad look.
Categories:
trappers, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
I’m a trapper! How are you?
I’m a trapper, too.
Then there’s a tragedy of us!
Heh, heh!
Aren’t you too close… your loophole…
DON’T SHOUT!
You know, the tiger is staring at us!
FREEZE!
Take a look!
Let’s look through a crack.
There’s a gang of buffallo murmuring a prayer.
Look at that brook
The tiger is trying to…
Then?
What a good opportunity …
For us, isn’t it?
Hmm… How about your loophole?
Of course ! I will stand up
And prod the tiger in the back to get its attention…
Then you…
Please lie doggo
Until I come back! Trust me!
FREEZE!
DON’T TURN YOUR HEAD!
HANDS UP! GUNS DOWN!
Thank you so much!
Don’t you remember, I’m a trapper too.
Categories:
trappers, animal,
Form: Free verse
There was left no middle,
of the path. It was a washed-
out theme and
negative numbers.
No bounce in the steps.
You were cowering in terror
of tomorrow. The fear
overwhelmed the alp.
It was a family feud,
from ashes to bones.
The mixed cadence was sending
the wrong signals to the walls.
The voices now come on the street,
for traditional wars, in
change of seasons. It
was raining out of turn.
Satish Verma
Categories:
trappers, art,
Form: ABC