The Silent Mew
or The Mew Hunter
A crackle of twigs and a hushed wind is all I hear.
I think he is close. And I know that he is near.
A small feeling starts to arise.
Wait! Is that him? I must hide!
I then realize why he is acting this way!
All he wants to do is play!
I hide behind the bushes and giggle in delight,
for I know he is clumsy during the night.
I stand up and look with a wide eyed glare,
and he too looks at me with a stare.
For that moment our worlds collide
And he looks at me with his Young eyes.
What a beautiful moment it was
To see so much awe in the creature
but suddenly...
He ran fast but I ran faster!
I showed him who was the master!
and then I lifted up and flew.
For It was I who was the Mew.
-ChrisTom