Small and chatty and hunts at dawn
quick and fast, shows up and is gone.
He wants to be a predator and as well a wiz
but more a creep and fake, that’s what he is.
All kinds of sorts do exist in our – and animals world
a mouse one, a fire-one, the fur straight or curled;
a back stripe one, and as well one with naked feet
up mountains, in the forests and tropics can we greet.
We can find him anywhere we might go
in grass, at waters, and up hills is where they grow.
He’s got teeth, but don’t mean danger
he might look familiar and still be stranger.
He might be related to the mink,
but no reason for pride, it’s no close link.
He’s got a tail – he thinks it’s long
but don’t get fooled, he’s very wrong.
When we see one don’t be sad or shy
in case he resembles some familiar guy.
I know a man and I didn’t sniff diesel
who’s just like our animal today – a weasel.
(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, April 2017)