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Mouse, Owl, and Wolf

I must’ve been twelve or thirteen when I wrote this. Judging by the handwriting, and not the weird stains.

The owl swoops down on its prey, His eyes make little mousie stay. A wolf lurks nearby in the wood, But not to eat Miss Riding Hood. These next bits might make one scowl, The wolf jumped out upon the owl. But not before the owl bits, As mouse goes down he squirms, he fights. Chomp, chomp, chomp, there goes owls head, Just one more bite and then he's dead. Inside the owl appears a gulf, Mouse is now inside the wolf. Wolfie thinks it's rather fun, To have two meals instead of one.

3 Comments

  1. Bonnie Lutes wrote:

    I remember reading that when you wrote it. I think you are VERY clever and, obviously, always have been!!!!

    Sunday, September 21, 2014 at 11:23 am | Permalink
  2. Elizabeth Peterson wrote:

    Talented even while at a young age! I love that poem of yours!!!

    Tuesday, September 23, 2014 at 12:22 pm | Permalink
  3. Erin wrote:

    Nice!

    Tuesday, September 23, 2014 at 10:03 pm | Permalink

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