Poem for Kids

Playful Leaves
 

I love to watch dry leaves

Come alive before my eyes.
Several join in the race
Across the yard
I see, what I thought
Was a rabbit looking at me.
I sat… and sat, watching,
the rabbit never moved,
Not one ear
Or a nose twitched
It just sat, frozen.
As I walked toward it
It skipped away
To join other leaves,
And flew into the air
to return to a tree
With other leaves
Still anchored
To a big Oak tree.

             ©By Mary Nida Smith