Creeping, crawling, slithering along
Singing their sunny song
With their clicking, clacking claws
On the ends of their big hairy paws
They slither and shake
Through the darkness they quake
I wrote this earlier today and I honestly don’t know what to think about it. I thought I would post it and see what you, fellow readers, thought about it. I would aim this more towards kids like a Shel Silverstein poem with a drawing to go along with the small poem.