Written for: April 2021 PAD - Day 17
"Write a waiting poem."
I will crouch behind this tree calmly waiting
for that big-eared scoundrel who's always baiting
me. Can't wait to watch his ego deflating.
Need to listen closely; he is light-weighted
Soon my rabbit stew will be marinating
I think I hear a rabbit promenading
My rifle is in my hand containing
all I need . . . but wait! that is a toy aping
a rabbit! 'What's up Doc?' Nuts, I've been outplayed.