Hanging about on a tree branch
really isn’t much fun
I’d much rather be swooping about
the blue sky in rays of the sun
I watch some bugs moving about
around the light green leaves
they’re chomping on my bedding
the greedy little thieves
Out of the Sun
Away from the light
Awaiting the moon
and arrival of night
If you think i’ll be raiding
around your house
you’ll be disappointed
as i’m quiet as a mouse
Waiting for the darkness
and arrival of the moon
when i’ll be chomping on summat tasty
on the moonlit lawn soon
The Inkwell 