365 Poems: November 23rd, 2014

Little Evil Genius

A gurgle, a giggle,

a thumping of books

tumbling off the shelf.

Oh how she loves the sound.

We can hear her feet tapping

on the milk-puddled floor

as she laughs an evil laugh,

her maniacal hands

around the neck of a teddy bear,

messy spaghetti

stuck between her teeth.

She grins.

Look out.

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