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
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 GradeShare this entry: