A poem from NOW YOU SEE THEM, NOW YOU DON’T

Hi everyone,

Here’s a poem from NOW YOU SEE THEM, NOW YOU DON’T. I’m off to visit with hundreds of kids today. It will be a fine day.
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Hawk
by David L. Harrison

Look up, mouse,
See the sky?
See that tiny
speck on high?

No time to lose.
Scamper, Mouse,
Hide inside
your tunnel house.

Scurry, mouse,
if you are wise.
That speck you see
has hunter’s eyes,

Beak that tears,
claws that hold,
dive-bombing
wings that fold.

Hurry, mouse,
avoid the shock
when the tiny speck
is suddenly hawk!

© 2016 Charlesbridge
Reprinted with permission of the author

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10 comments on “A poem from NOW YOU SEE THEM, NOW YOU DON’T

  1. I have the book on my list, ready to order. There are so many mouse stories that make us sympathetic to that poor tiny mouse. Now your poem makes me want to say, “hurry up, hide!” Love this one, David.

  2. me too, David – this is wonderful + while I don’t like the poor hawk going w/o his or her dinner, it gives me the shivers, the idea of violent death on the wing, swooping down out of the night…

    • Those wily hawks do strike fast and hard. Riding the high wind beyond the vision of their prey constitutes another form of hiding to hunt.

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