Book

Oh, look, it's a book!
I'm sure it must be
A path to adventures waiting for me,
A yellow brick road to the Wisard of Oz,
A frivolous poem without any cause.
Should I open it and peek to see what's inside?
What if it's scary I might need to hide.
I'll never know unless I dare.
I need a good laugh, a cry or a scare.
I'm sure it can wait - well, then I'll never know
Maybe it's someplace that I'll never go.
But today is the day that's been waiting for me
I'll open this book, I will see.

Jessica McCain