Day Seven and here’s poem number three. It’s called Red Shoes…
Red shoes calling to me
through the window
glossy and sleek
pretty black bows.
Kitten heels purring sweetly
on the display
try me buy me
take me with you.
Red shoes shiny and perfect
nose on the glass
drooling so much
steaming it up.
Red shoes calling to me
must not listen
walk away now
walk away now.
Hazel Ward 