They arrive in mass, ready to compete.
Impatient, they remove a fence
before given the go-ahead,
stampede a field of fun.
Hungry for candy-filled prizes,
they knock down children,
steal plastic eggs from baskets,
leave little ones empty-handed.
Identified as parents, caregivers,
you might have mistaken them
for bloodhounds instead.
But, that's fine. The two are
often indistinguishable
these days.
©Kristina England
Easter Egg hunt in Laval goes horribly wrong
Kristina England resides in Worcester, Massachusetts. Her writing is published or forthcoming at Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, Gargoyle, New Verse News, Poetry24, and other magazines.
