Dear Mr. Woodpecker

Prompt: postcard poem


Dear Mr. Woodpecker,
It's 6 am.
My house is metal.
You are a moron.
Feel free to get eaten by my cats.
Thanks.
Love, Nikki

Babushkas

Prompt: postcard

Nestled in bed,
side by side,
family of dolls,
waiting to be restacked.