Hiding Poem by David Blair

Hiding



Our little son
Is hiding,
playing his game.

'Have you found him? '
my wife asks,
fear on her face.

'He's alright' I say
'He likes to escape us,
he likes us looking for him.'

'But darling' she says,
'He has never hidden
for 3 full days before.'

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