In the house <br /> <br />The children <br /> <br />Know or think <br /> <br />They know <br /> <br />The best places <br /> <br />To hide. <br /> <br />They want you to pretend <br /> <br />You can't find them <br /> <br />And go around helpless <br /> <br />Calling their names <br /> <br />Ignoring the giggles <br /> <br />Coming from under the bed <br /> <br />Or from behind the door. <br /> <br />How lovely, like the moon <br /> <br />Emerging from the clouds <br /> <br />Or like a chick hatching <br /> <br />To see them peep <br /> <br />Or come running out <br /> <br />Happy to have hid, happier to be found. <br /> <br />It is not long before <br /> <br />The game ends <br /> <br />And you drag them out <br /> <br />From under the bed <br /> <br />Or behind the door <br /> <br />To send them to school.<br /><br />Prabhakar Subramaniam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reality-243/
