Even though he had a light,
Firefly could not read at night.
Until, that is, he found a friend,
and each read at the other’s end.
Dancing rabbit.
Hiding bear.
Face to face!
Receding hare.
Little ducky
not so lucky.
Deep in muck,
a stucky ducky.
Down south it’s raining cats and dogs.
Up north it’s snowing mice.
The flakes are quiet as they fall
But soon all start to speak.
With every step I take outside
the snow lets out a “Squeak!”
