This poem was written in response to the March/April Writer's Digest Poetic Asides description by Robert Lee Brewer for the poetic form: dizain. The form requires 10 lines, with 8-10 syllables the rhyme scheme of ababbccdcd. This was fun for me to do and I was surprised by the message that emerged, as indicated in the title of the poem.
It was Easter morning at my house
Neighbors bringing berries and wine,
Our gray cat sleeping like a mouse.
He is imagining the first time
He tries to catch one on a day so fine
As this--when the sun shines, church bells ring.
I put aside what tomorrow will bring:
More of the same or a fanfare of fear?
When will the rocks begin to sing?
When will the mad crowds begin to cheer?