Today our criteria was to write a poem in a specific genre and do it from a character's perspective of the book we were reading for our novel study. I did it from Felix perspective when he had just found Zelda the previous night and had taken cover in the hay stack, but in the morning a party of Jews were on the road. I hope that you enjoy reading it and tell me if there is anything I can improve for next time.
The haystack was hard enough it had,
Sharp hay stabbing, a thick hedge and damp fields surrounding it,
An unlucky crowd was staggering past, nasty natzies were rushing them and a small notebook was luring unwanted attention,
A worried boy was thinking, a tough natzie was aiming and a scared little girl was sitting still,
Scared, frightened terrified,
Doing everything important.
