I Am an Ocelot
Carmen, Age 9, Calgary, AB
                      I rush though the tall green grass
looking for prey.
I spot a yummy looking warthog
with my sharp eye. I canít wait.
I pounce it makes a squeal
I got it.
I spot hunters out of the corner
of my eye.
I show them my teeth,
they run away.
I will have to wait
for another great day tomorrow.
I walk in pride
back to my burrow.
I meet my family there
and we all doze off to sleep until tomorrow. 
Home | Read | Write | Copyright | Privacy


ISSN 1703-3020

This page was last updated on January 01, 2014 by the KIWW Webmaster.