Sunday, 26 April 2015

Owls Class Weather poems


The tornado is like a raging jaguar,
Ebony black it is,
It's clawing at its prey,
With his sharp claws and beady eyes,
It moans and groans,
While licking its ashen paws,
The lightning like shooting lasers,
Shooting from the charcoal battleship grey sky.

It disappeared behind some fluffy clouds,
Would it die?
Or would it come back tomorrow?


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