Animal Poem
Catching a meal
Swimming through the water,
I'm hoping he doesn't need sauce of tarter.
Angrily Eating fish,
I'm hoping I won't be his next dish.
His attitude prevents him from catching me, that fish
So he missed his next dish.
Angrily, hungrily searching the water,
For something he would put with sauce of tarter.
Seeing the shark that would mean his death,
Hoping that it wasn't the mean shark Seth.
Intelligently going to his house,
Just like a quiet mouse.
-Nicholas Barnard