The thundering herd
galloped by —
feet pounding,
shoes squeaking,
loud huffing
emanating
from the leaders.
If this were the Serengeti,
dust would billow
behind the massive group.
Instead,
shiny linoleum greets the pack
as they turn the corner —
only to sprint back,
lap after lap.
Is it safe
to leave my room?
Or will I be trampled
by the dedicated competitors,
each charging for superiority.
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Our track team was indoors today, too! Their presence gave our writing club much to slice about. Love the comparison to a herd.
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I remember when the “Girls On the Run” team would run inside! Great comparison!
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Thanks goodness neither of us was trampled!! Precise verbs and perfect comparison to the elephant herd.
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Oh my, that was my youngest at his school! He loved the freedom to run the halls. Shoes squeaking on shiny linoleum. You’ve got that right.
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