It Swims
What is this? Mr. Beave asked his wife, the loveliest of beasts.
She thought whatever it was, it might fit in with their feast.
It swims said Mr. Beave, watching the strange thing move around.
It is alive! She shouted, staring at it. Creature made no other sound.
It began singing an unnatural tune, making lots of unexpected noise.
This is an interesting tool or contraption, maybe one of their toys.
It began swimming again, and a bright light came on too.
Let’s take this to our dam and have fun, said her husband, Lou.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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