They arrive in mass, ready to compete.
Impatient, they remove a fence
before given the go-ahead,
stampede a field of fun.
Hungry for candy-filled prizes,
they knock down children,
steal plastic eggs from baskets,
leave little ones empty-handed.
Identified as parents, caregivers,
you might have mistaken them
for bloodhounds instead.
But, that's fine. The two are
Easter Egg hunt in Laval goes horribly wrong
Kristina England resides in Worcester, Massachusetts. Her writing is published or forthcoming at Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, Gargoyle, New Verse News, Poetry24, and other magazines.