By Phyllis Beebe
The
Toad
In the
far back
garden by the tiny creek
Lives a little brown
toad, quiet and meek.
Each day at sundown he
sings his song
Greeting the stars as they come
along.
The Owl
Stealthily,silently
flies the grey owl
Sharp eyes looking for mice
on the prowl.
Quickly and steeply he dives to
the ground.
Tomorrow there is one less mouse
to
be found.
The Skunk
The while stiped
skunk
With mincing step
Parades the lawns
and streets.
No one asks him
Where
he's been.
They know when his
perfume greets.
The Cricket
Clickety
clicket
Goes the cricket
Scuttling through
the grass,
A forest tall
With flowers and
all,
Trembles as he goes past.