Cumin to my kitchen
is a warming winter soup
starring cauliflower of course
the biggest top in town.
Collected in my colander
Is my tender little troupe
but as I rinse them in a rivulet
something wriggles then rolls down
he has practiced this performance
to avoid birds and their beaks
he seems suited to a circus
he’s like a caterpillar clown
Walter de Jong
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #36
Australian Children’s Poetry 
I think I meant to write ‘there’s a warming winter soup’ in the second line… the poem writing part of the brain tends not to share the room with the proof reading part of the brain.
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