The Spooky Old TreeA Poem by Damon Ross CottrellA child ponders the mysteries of an old tree in his backyard A children's book.
Outside my window out on the lawn,
There sits a tree from dusk till dawn
Whose shadow through my window creeps
As I lie and wait for sleep.
It has three holes, not one, but three!
And from each, something stares at me!
Mommy! I think there is something in the tree.
Listen to my story that will tell
Of those that in the tree do dwell.
Those that from the tree that peer
Are naught for us to ever fear.
Three holes, and each hole a home
For to each something has come.
And something wonderful was done.”
“Look Mommy two big eyes I see,
Peering from the top hole tree.
How big they are and how they glow.
Oh mommy! How is that? I want to know.
Something fluttered, something flapped.
Oh what kind of thing is that?
Yellow feet! I see. I see!
It has two claws, or even three.
Mommy will it come after me?
“No, my dearest, you are fine
For it’s concerns are not yours and mine.
The flapping flutterer is just a bird
Throughout the night whose cries are heard.
He’s a little owl by name of Screech
And, into here he cannot reach.
Of this bird I will you teach.
He has with him an awesome sight
Yellow eyes that pierce the night.
He hunts for food without the light.
But he eats: insects, moths, and mice.
As sharp as his great claws may be
I’m sure that you can surely see
His claws are not meant for you and me.
“Mommy! He puffs himself up at the hole.
I didn’t know he’d look so bold.
On his top are two pointed crests
And, his head swivels above his chest.
Into the night he goes to fly.
I must not fear him—at least I’ll try.
He is so beautiful, oh my, oh my!
“But, what of the dark second hole?
What strange secrets could it hold?
For peering there are six eyes, not two.
What on earth are we going to do?
Six eyes shine from the hole
And pierce the night’s deadly cold.
Mommy tell me and hold me. Hold!”
“The second hole a family houses
Of a critters like great mouses.
Safe from the storm they snuggle tight.
Just like us they feel alright.
The animals Opossums are called.
And they live in those wooden walls
Safe and sound from owl’s call.
The mommy has two baby guests.
Their eyes shine like the rest.
You can see them now and then
As they move about the den.
So that’s how six eyes can be
Tucked up inside a hollow tree.
Now, can you rest easily?
The mommy loves and cares for them,
Her children, as I love you, my son.
First she bore them in her pouch.
Now, they lay about her as on a couch.
Sweet dreams to her and her little ones;
Snug inside, their day is done.
Mommy will feed them when morning comes”
“Mommy, there is something creeping under the root.
It has two eyes that shine, a mask to boot?
What lies inside that third hole?
Tell me quickly! Make me bold.
The sneaky sneaks
The sneaky sneaks!
Oh what is that sneaky sneak?”
“Our friend the Raccoon resembles a bandit.
And, scavenge garbage from humans around it.
It also hunts in rivers and creeks.
Looking for a fish to meet.
Crayfish he can dig with his paws
But, he isn’t breaking any laws.
And, alarm he should not cause.
He has deft paws so we must beware
To lock our garbage up with care.
And that way we will do our best
To insure he makes not a mess.
Our bandit has a charm
He truly means no harm
No reason to raise alarm.”
“Oh Mommy, that tree is so full of life
I love it now, its very sight.
I’m bolder now where once afraid
I’ve listened well to the words you’ve said.
It means a lot: the tree.
Each hole a home in three.
Nothing there worth scaring me.
There is an old tree on the lawn,
Where it sits from dusk to dawn.
Animals live in its holes of three.
Imagine a home can be a tree!
Mommy, the tree isn’t scaring me;
Mommy, the tree isn’t scaring me
Mommy, the tree isn’t scaring me!”
© 2008 Damon Ross CottrellAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on April 6, 2008 Last Updated on April 10, 2008 AuthorDamon Ross CottrellNacogdoches, TXAboutI'm an aspring novelist, roleplaying game addict, and all around good guy. I graduate in May '08 holding a degree in English and Writing. I attend Stephen F. Austin State University where I served as .. more..Writing
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