Poetry Friday

In the blogosphere of writers, Friday is usually "Poetry Friday." Bloggers share a poem -- sometimes an original work, sometimes not. It's a nice tradition, and though it's not one I'm likely to follow through on every single week, I hope to occasionally.

For this week, I offer up one of my own, written yesterday at the park.

Ready Or Not

Count to ten with your eyes closed
and they gallop away,
those boys of mine –
their legs like a herd,
their bodies tall and taller.

But they are small enough, still,
to fit behind a tree
during hide and seek,

and only some days too old
to give themselves away
with their laughter.