A tiger is padding through the sky
I hear him out my window
He roars loud enough to be heard for miles
Moments he scrapes the sky
Once again he plays this trick
Til he's moved far away
What's the matter my dear friend?
Can't you see it was just a storm?
1 comment:
Emma, I really like this poem. I'll never think of stormy nights in the same way. I can't wait for the next storm so you and I can listen to the Tiger Dance together.
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