I am a mouse,
a crook indeed;
my gray clothes match the shadows
in the night.
When I attack there’s no stopping me
until the sun rises
again.
Just one
precious jewel
falls from your plate
and I’m there, just as the last light
of your house goes off.
Then I snatch
the treasure and bring it to my palace,
hidden in the wooden walls.
There, my ferocious
teeth rip and tear the treasure
so I can taste its delicious taste
because I’m the crook
of the night.
by Maria, 3rd Grade
Jingle
cute.
Poets Rally
join our poetry rally if you wish, a cool way to blog, make poetic friends, get encouragements from your peers,
visit me and share a free verse, thanks for the attention.
bless your poetry talent.
keep writing.
hope to see you share.
Robin Reagler
Thanks for the invite!