Today is a very boring day.
There is nothing I think I want to do.
There is nothing I feel I want to play.
I think the volcano down the street just blew.

I try to cover up my yawn.
I try to rub sleep from my eyes.
A spaceship landed on my lawn.
My family is saying their goodbyes.

They are making too much sound.
I get up, and enter without a knock.
I yell, I scream, I bound.
To get them to stop. 

1. Butterflies

Just a poem I thought up really late one night, but then I re-did it the next day. Well, I like it.

Life - Fiction Rated: K - English - General - Chapters: 1 - Words: 81 - Reviews: 0 - Updated: 8-14-04 - Published: 8-14-04