Monday, 23 January 2012

The Stoat

The stoat a fearless hunter
Sleek and agile on the ground
He's quick of movement, covering miles
O'er woods and land around

A rapid bite to back of neck
Is used to kill his prey
The victim's fur then lines the nest
For young born April / May

As winter comes and snow doth fall
The stoat's appearance changes
From reddish-brown, to creamy white
His coat it's colour ranges

The tip of tail remains the same
It's black and clear to see
No longer is he known as 'stoat'
But "Ermine" now he be

2 comments:

  1. Craig's favorite, he will be pleased you posted it xxx

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    1. It always brings a smile to all our faces every time Craig reads this poem. Long may he continue to read it and long may we all smile! xx

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