wee words for wee ones
...once a week poetry treat for the young and the young at heart...
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Jake the Snake
Jake the snake slithers
Through the dense grass.
Jake the snake is spied
By Mr. Hawk flying past.
Jake the snake no longer slithers
Or flicks his tongue fast.
Jake the snake is gone -
Mr. Hawk's breakfast.
©2011, Bridget Magee
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