Saturday, 17 January 2015


Sometimes I hide beneath the grass,
And then I pounce
And catch my prey and gobble it up.

I often paddle in the river
To have a bath,
But not too hot.

I sometimes have a sleep
In the green trees
And relax in the sun and shade.

I camouflage in the autumn leaves,
The orange, red and yellow leaves.

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