Under the moon lit skies there's a sound,
A mouse running under the leaves on the ground.
Over head an owl flies hunting it's prey,
A hedgehog on the ground scrambled away.
As the wind picks up a little stronger,
The silence here is no longer.
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Jelly baby (Pseudonym) (
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Clever and cute this poem has a child like innocence to it. Short but fun to read. Lovely
Thank you so much 😊
Nocturnal life! Once feared, now a wonderment! 🙏🏻🕊
I love how things look so different at night. 😊
Indeed! I suppose it started the first time when we as kids were allowed to sleep outdoors at night, next to the parent’s window in the Ute bed 👍🏻🕊🙏🏻
Yes I guess you're right there are the times when out camping 🏕️🥾😊
love this poem animals that you mention
i see all time im surrounded by fields for miles
hedgehogs and mice visit my garden often
nicely written you have talent for writing
keep it up jim
Thank you.thats kind of you to say ☺️
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