Activities of Suzie Ret

Like ripped pages in a book, Patches of history, hard to overlook. Through dust and time, the stories unfold, A whisper of the past, yet untold. A land full of sand, with fossils and tombs, Caverns where the wind howl in tunes. Where secrets lie beneath the stones, Forgotten whispers, buried bones. Echoes of the past that never fade, Ancient voices, softly invade. But what is lost we cannot see, Hidden from all, eternally.
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The spider is an illusionist, tricking the world with delicate silk But they don't make my heart race fast Eight delicate legs, they glide past Making webs as silver as the moon Each thread a secret, spun in tune A little creep, but no fear here Spinning in tune every year The web sags slightly under the morning dews weight The webs shimmer, a quiet fate

As graceful as a rivers current, flowing through the grass The silent slither, seen as sinister, but I let it past Where they see danger, I see grace A misunderstood creature, no threat to embrace The snake sheds, in hope to forget the past knowing what he did would last Each scale a tear drop of their sad fate As it moves forward, shedding the weight In silence it slithers, a story to narrate
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Tiptoeing in the night, barely above a whisper mice dancing in the shadows, their movements crisper. Others cower at the sight, while I stare at ease unmoved by the mouse, unshaken by his tease.
Policeman Cat waits at his post, hoping to catch his biggest foe Sharpening his claws, shaking his tail Thinking Mr. Mouse is unaware
People scream 'Mr. Mouse is here! ' While I stare in awe, grinning ear to ear Policeman strikes, blood everywhere Mr. Mouse has disappeared.
Nowhere to be seen, everyone's thinking the worst. Until the cat hisses, 'Ow, my tail! ' Mr. Mouse has done it again. I spot the mouse with his cheese, He's walking away in victory
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