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