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Moss-Hole Bound (AKA The Shrew Poem)

I heard a noise ...

Could that be food?

I peer outside;

I’m really shrew-d,

My sight is dim,

But I am not,

Though small, I’m fierce,

And hunt a lot,

So stand aside,

I’m coming out,

Don’t bar my way ...

Or I’ll sort you out!

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Written by

clive-blake

67 / M / Cornwall UK

Published: Aug 8, 2017
LinesWords: 1247

Tags: #shrew #shrews #nature #humour #humor #humorous

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