The surprised pen
By: Nick

Everything he does is a surprise to him,
The trail he leaves
Is the only thing he see’s
The next thing ahead
He does not dread.
He just goes as it comes
Sometimes its fun
Her runs and runs
Until his trail
Is permanently done.



The Cliff.
The grass is clinging on the rocks
The shadows darken it up
There is shelter for a small animal
Then the tide comes up
The animal runs
There is a wall
It is kind of small
Next to it some might feel tall
There’s that animal
It is doing the crab crawl