April is poetry month and I’ve been busy participating in RhyPiBoMo.  Oh, what fun it’s been.  I have a tendency to obsess about everything this is just right for that.

Here’s one I wrote after an early morning worm hunt with the wee ones:

Plip plop,

pouring rain,

worms are on the move again.

Watch them wiggle,

watch them squirm.

Giggle, giggle,

snatch them up

with shaking hands.

If I get my wish

these worms will help me

catch a fish.

(It’s not supposed to be double spaced but I’m not that WordPress savvy – sigh).