The Dirigible Balloon
Poetry for Children

By LEAPS and bounds

Like tapioca,
but in a bucket,
thought the children
who watched and waited.
During the night,
it all happened,
nothing now to see.
"Listen" said their mother,
"the dawn chorus."
The usual cooing doves,
chirping little birds,
calls of the red kite
as if in a Western,
but off-key notes,
croaks, for they’re alive
and heading home.

About the Writer

Jill Vance

Jill Vance is a poet and interdisciplinary artist. Her poems have appeared in Truth Serum Press, Pure Slush and Green Ink Poetry. She hopes one day to have a pamphlet published of poetry and artwork.