The Tree-Hider
By Michael B.
The Tree-Hider flies to a tree,
crouching,waiting,
then pouncing on its prey,
this time an old knight too frail to get away.
The claws dig into his mail protection,
and it rattles like a baby's rattle as it tears away.
The Tree-Hider leaves only bones,
Then goes back to his tree and waits for his next meal.
Its silver scales shine in the sun like a polished blade,
but the greeness of its camouflage hides it in the trees.
Its golden claws are ready to tear anything,
and its areo-dynamic body flys like a great bird,
its wings beating furiously.
But my imagination cannot go on forever,
so I end my daydream,
and continue attaching the strings for my creation to fly.