Poetry Day: Pitter Patter

Posted on April 17, 2025 by Charles Yallowitz

Off to Handle the Weeds

(A happy poem?  Guess I have a few in the folder.)

Tiny feet on the run

Rushing down the hall

Mingled with a cackle

Birthed of baby glee

As he runs unattended

Awake before the guards

Who stir behind their door

Closed by tiny hands

To give him a head start

On trouble for the day

Clothes are thrown

To bathe the room

Talking toys turned on

Noise to drown his steps

While he sneaks into a room

Padded toes creeping

Toward the groaning guards

Before a sudden charge

Skidding around the bed

And clambering on high

To attack with laughs and tickles

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About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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8 Responses to Poetry Day: Pitter Patter

  2. John W. Howell's avatar John W. Howell says:
    April 17, 2025 at 11:05 am

    Lovely , Charles. Brings back memories.

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  3. L. Marie's avatar L. Marie says:
    April 17, 2025 at 11:22 am

    Wow. Such a loving tribute!

    This is wonderful: Tiny feet on the run

    Rushing down the hall

    Mingled with a cackle

    Birthed of baby glee

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