Attack of the Trednods
The rally ring of roses rang
While cockle crows shined purple fangs
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A quiet place where Trednod feet
Can turn the drifting silent dins
Into a month of rattle grins.
“No rattle grins,” the slithers cried,
“The Trednod march. We need to hide,
or be trampled under toes.”
“Don’t worry,” cawed the cockle crows.
Crows flew the cider waves of Mork
Each purple fang dropped silver forks
Upon the Trednods’ green webbed toes
Slithers hid as cockle crows
Drove back the stomping Trednod feet
Than all the slithers did repeat,
“Hurray! We’re saved from rattle grins
They will not stop our silent dins.”
— Carol MacAllister
MacAllister has been writing for many years and is finishing up an MFA in creative writing at Wilkes University. Her work is included in several trade paperback short story collections. The working title of her historical novel is “God Only Watches.”
