Joy
1 min
The Hawk
Teresa Dyson
It clasps the creaky crooked branch
Spying on a timid mouse
With its flaring yellow eyes
Then it dives down daringly
As it catches its prey
And S O A R S
Up high in the clouds boasting,
"I caught the mouse! I did it! I did it!"
And then it flies back to its nest
Happily devouring its tasty dinner.
Spying on a timid mouse
With its flaring yellow eyes
Then it dives down daringly
As it catches its prey
And S O A R S
Up high in the clouds boasting,
"I caught the mouse! I did it! I did it!"
And then it flies back to its nest
Happily devouring its tasty dinner.
This poem was written by a Bay Area local for the San Jose Public Library Short Edition collection.
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