Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Midnight Snack

Midnight Snack by Curtis Wilson Cost (1984)

We giggle like kids

hide under covers

sneak a tickle

The dogs study us

like we’ve gone mad

then sigh and fall asleep

In the morning

we’ll drink coffee and

read the paper 

at the kitchen table

But tonight we snack 

in bed.

submitted for The Mag, Mag 139


Brian Miller said...

oo la la.....a little midnite or evening snack is not a bad thing at all...good to still giggle like kids as you play too...ha.

Berowne said...

A fresh, upbeat, entertaining take on the prompt.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

There are many feasts to be had in bed...

Clever write.

Anna :o]

Helen said...

A wonderful, fun metaphor ~~ that snack!

darev2005 said...

Hee hee hee! The dogs always look at you like you've gone completely crazy, don't they? I love it!

Rachel Hoyt said...

Delicious words! :) Very cleverly written.

Sue said...

Good times!

And a clever poem.


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Ho! Clever....and sounds like fun!

Tumblewords: said...

Perfect play!

Mynx said...

Lovely fun.

Grace said...

Such fun to hide under covers and snack in bed ~ Happy weekend ~