Floofy Foot
Baby, I’m thunderfoot
Always underfoot
making it hard for you to
move your foot
loving your foot
sleeping on your foot
licking your toes and
biting your foot
leaving drool on your foot
and chasing your foot
making you dance to keep me
from your foot
cause I’m thunderfoot
always underfoot
just another playful
floofy foot
The Zombie
He held his breath. Listened. Turned toward the sound. Looked for escape. Too late.
Sounds increased. Growling. Snarling.
Zombie.
A hiding place was needed.
Nothing was in the room.
Weapon, then. A defense.
Twisting, he crashed through the kitchen, jerking open drawers, pawing through contents. Snarling became a roar. The zombie burst in and rushed him.
Grabbing his coffee mug, he spun. “Here. Coffee.” His hand shook as he held out the steaming cup.
The zombie stopped. Accepted the mug. Breathed in the aroma. Took a sip. Sighed.
“Thanks.”
Turning, she shuffled out with muted growls.
Don’t You Know
Took a flight to the moon last night
Traveling real fast on beams of light
If you didn’t look you probably missed the sight
Don’t you know?
Slipped in by Mercury
Swept on in past the sun
Man, you wouldn’t believe the fun
Don’t you know?
Then we turned and left our galaxy
Flying like a bird on a universal breeze
Firing past time like it couldn’t be
Don’t you know?
Went on to the Universe’s edge
Stood there like it was a window ledge
Thought about jumping but fell back instead
Don’t you know?
Stayed in my room deep in dreams
Making up stories and fantastic schemes
Man, you should have been part of the scene
Don’t you know?
Michael Seidel, writer 