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Patricia's Poetry Place > Melissa the Marauder


 

When night steals upon the swamp

   and the last light of day lingers by,

Crickets start to chirp and

   Fireflies wend their way

Toward a melon-colored moon in the sky.

 

A silence seems to surround

  'Til suddenly comes a slight sound.

Then - harumpf - there's a paw!

And - galumpf - there's a claw!

Melissa the Marauder tips her hand -

         and

The Scourge of the Swamp swims to land.

 

Once again  -

        night whispers to night birds -

Melissa purrs, licks a toe and settles by;

Crickets start to chirp and

       Fireflies wend their way

While the melon-colored moon lights the sky.

 

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