Writing
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
The time has come for letters.
Two toed,
Three toed,
Four toed,
Letters.
The time has come for words.
Two booted,
Four pawed,
Six bird-clawed,
Words.
The time has come for sentences.
Crisscrossing,
Overlapping,
Hunted,
Sentences.
Winter’s fresh blank page chills the Earth
So all may write and not be
Forgotten when unseen.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
• Carl T. Abt is an English major at the Ohio State University where he says he has entirely too much fun. This poem was first published in November 2007 by Expressions, a division of Sam's Dot Publishing.