Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Midnight Watcher


Creeping down lanes
Out comes the fangs
The birds are sleeping
Babies are weeping
Pupils go big
Treading on a twig
A nest  of birds
Mmmm....
Planning to turn then into curds
Mother is watching her eggs
But, then she sees cat legs
"SQUAWK! SQUAWK!"
She calls
The cats falls
The cat pounces on the nest
Putting the birds to there rest
The Midnight Watcher struts away
Nothing more to say
Thank you for stopping by to visit my kitties, at

2 comments:

  1. DawnZhangJanuary 21, 2011 at 2:40 PM

    This is such a wonderful poem Dan. Me like it! You write just as beautifully as your mother. I love the style! :D <3

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  2. dtwilightJanuary 21, 2011 at 3:02 PM

    Thanks Dawn! You are an excellent poet too.

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