“It is wonderful to have a creative writing assignment to look forward to every week. I thoroughly enjoy writing poetry in my spare time. I find inspiration in every day. But it is the weekly poetry prompt that motivates me to write one poem weekly”
In the wee small hours I awoke from my dreams,
The bleating of sheep was the reason it seems,
They were outside my window making a racket,
So I rolled out of bed and put on my jacket.
I spoke to the flock assembled outside.
I said “Look I’m really most dreadfully tired.”
But they still remained bothered – so I counted each ewe,
Plus the rams and the lambs – one hundred and two.
“I see what you mean.” I remarked to the flock.
“One lamb is missing.” – I glanced at the clock.
“It is well after midnight – it should be in bed.”
So for hours I looked. Then I looked in the shed.
And there on a sofa all cosy and snug,
Lay the little lost lamb under a rug,
Just where I’d left it twelve hours ago –
I’d spun it a yarn about sheep in the meadow.