Our class saw a sharpie in the creek area at our school. We watched it for
half an hour. It just sat there perched on a branch in sun. Here's a poem
I wrote this year.


Little Sparrow

Something,
but nothing.
Still something,
but still nothing.
I have not seen anything,
but still I feel something.
I see nothing no danger or anything.
The crows are not giving a warning sign.
Hey, where are the crows.
caw... caw... caw...
SWOOSH.....
I look behind me.
I see a Sharpie.
He comes down so fast
and hits me with full speed.
The bird knocks me off my feet
and I'm done.

By Trevor