National Poetry Month – Day 14

Fish by Mary Ann Hoberman

Look at them flit
Lickety-split
Wiggling
Swiggling
Swerving
Curving
Hurrying
Scurrying
Chasing
Racing
Whizzing
Whisking
Flying
Frisking
Tearing around
With a leap and a bound
But none of them making the tiniest

                                              tiniest
                                                 tiniest
                                                    tiniest
                                                       tiniest
                                                          sound

From The Llama Who Had No Pajama: 100 Favorite Poems which Mary Ann, the author reads from here! It’s a treat!

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