Patricia's Poetry Place > Mr. D-Pew


One day while tending my garden

   I noticed a change in my stores;

My tomatoes and carrots were fewer,

   In essence was lettuce no more.

 

Then, I spied him!  Under cabbage leaves,

  Peeking through a sprig of sage or two,

My thief waited 'till I would grasp him

  To beat his ears black and blue.

 

His bristling, striped coat caught my eyes

  And I saw his bushy tail begin to rise;

That convinced me discretion is a virtue

and charity for woodland creatures wise.

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