Car Keys by Mr. S
“Car keys?
Where are yooooooouuuu?”
“Come out come out
wherever you are!”
Mom looks under the couch.
Dad looks under the newspapers.
Billy looks in the freezer.
(It’s happened before.)
I look in the goldfish bowl.
Such pretty fish should know.
Sarah looks in the mirror
because she’s 13.
“First one who finds them
gets a dollar!” Dad calls through the house.
And yet, hours and hours go by.
The car will be thrown away
and the whole family
will become nomads.
I give up the search first
and sharpen my spears
ready for hunting
much bigger game.