I was waiting for
Rosie. When she didn't come
I got curious.

Who lives over that
fence? Does anyone live there?
Would they if they could?

It is fox den.
Over that wood fence.
Stinky, smelly, gross.

Then some cat runs past
me. I gasp. He is going.
Going through the fence.

Hey! Thanks so much for reading! And yes, I promise these are poems. If you want to know the type just comment and I'll let you know! Please check out my other books if you haven't already! Have a great day/night meow meow! ~Swift