Connie's Corner

Poetry?

A little poetry today...or not...you judge.

My Aunt Sadie

Aunt Sadie reminded me of
this bull my pop-pop had on his farm.
When I got near old Red, he charged
the fence to make me disappear.

My pleas to Aunt Sadie to play
games and partake of teatime
were greeted with snorts,
downward glances, and
hunching shoulders, just like old Red.

I steered clear of both of them.