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, 3^rd Grade