The Way of the Ninja
by Jason Kirk Bartley
I bought two little boys fake katana swords.
They started play fighting
and exchanging some words.
They became miniature ninjas
with their moves and little kicks,
but I told them, “I know the way of the ninja
and all his tricks.”
I told them I was a ninja back then.
I hopped from leg to leg, moving my arms,
and tried to bend.
I gave a karate chop, then a “Flamingo move,”
standing on one leg with my arms extended —
What was I trying to prove?
A real ninja I tried to be, but the two little boys
just laughed, not falling for my bait.
I was just joking,
but it was getting kind of late.
They continued to spar, katanas in hand,
jumping around, doing somersaults,
and on their feet they’d land.
I walked off as I told them,
ninjas need plenty of sleep,
if the way of the ninja
they wanted to keep.
About the Poet
Jason Kirk Bartley is a published poet from Chillicothe, Ohio. He is 52 years old. He is published in Christian magazines and anthologies. He has a master’s in ministry from Ohio Christian University in Circleville, Ohio. His new book is called God’s Light: Christian Poetry. This is his first one.
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