Those claws of yours for grabbing
Large eyes so you can see
Sharp teeth to tear the meat apart
You’d brought back home for tea
Your ears pricked for surprises
With muscles taught and strong
A sense of smell detecting fear
From all who come along
You hide out in the undergrowth
Disguised within your coat
A fearsome stealthy hunter
Our monster Mr Stoat
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
David Threadgold www.davidthreadgold.com
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3-a-monster/
