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Vivian Pang Poem
Oh, there it is.
A perfect dinner
for me and my kids.
This slice of holey cheese
no one will miss.
It lies on the rock
a long ten feet away
and though you may find this a shock,
for me life means danger.
You’re lucky; don’t talk.
I look carefully around
but once, twice, three times
nothing in sight but a mound
of hair; maybe leftovers from a hawk.
The coast is clear so I pound
my way over to my dinner.
Cheese, cheese, glorious cheese!
I’m closing in, about to claim it.
Oh! But a screech causes me to freeze
perfectly still from terror.
And out pounces a cat with claws as sharp as a bee’s
stinger.
“Felicity,” it hisses.
“Juicy mouse, you’re perfect
for the dinner I almost missed.
Come here,” it says.
“I can’t resist
such deliciousness.”
I silently say goodbye
to my kids
and with a little sigh
I think to myself I could never outrun
this nimble cat so I’m about to die.
I wait for death with my eyes squeezed shut
but nothing comes
and I open my eyes to see the butt
of Seth, the farmer’s kid.
He’s scooping up the moody cat
and while he’s turned
I scurry away, shivering with fear and relief from that
near death of mine.
What a shame.
That cheese was almost mine.
But surely I’ll be showered with fame
from my kids, at least,
for my luck that Seth came.
I hurry back to my house.
I’ll live to see another day.
Oh, the life of a mouse!
Copyright © Vivian Pang | Year Posted 2012
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Vivian Pang Poem
Ignite the right spark
and it catches
and burns.
Wildfire.
Engulfing the forest
in flames,
carried forward
by the wind.
Bystanders stop and stare
at the deadly
power of the blazing
dancing flames
of the spark
set afire.
Too scared to
extinguish it themselves,
they call
for help.
The help comes
but inexperienced,
they only make things
worse.
It burns
on and on.
Unstoppable.
Deadly.
Scorching.
Watch what you say,
because words
can burn like
fire.
Copyright © Vivian Pang | Year Posted 2012
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