Some Things About Me (poem)

Some things about me,

Are not just to see;

But to know and to feel,

Some things about me.

I am good, I am smart,

And would like a nice tart;

I am awesome in art,

And I am good, I am smart!

I am a prefect in my school,

And I'm strict, about the rule;

Eat your food, then play cool,

'Cause I'm a prefect in my school!

Am I the funny-kind? Yes I am!

And I also like mixed fruit jam,

Love bread and tea, don't know what's yam,

Am I the funny-kind? Yes I am!

I love my mom, of course  I do!

And the mushroom she makes, makes me drool;

I adore her, she adores me too,

Do I love my mom? Of course I do!

I write poems by the alphabet,

No one can write so fast, I bet;

And so nice, in a rhyming set,

I sure do write poems, by the alphabet!

~ Anoushka Sabnis 

A Red Moon Night (poem)

Once in a forest,

Called Shushh, shoo

There was a twit-too-woo.

It was an owl, not taking any rest.

He was as white as milk,

Staring at the moon,

He had a feeling, something was going to happen soon,

Because the moon was red, looking as smooth as silk.

The squirrel family, and the badgers,

All were scampering around.

Running in fear, on the rocky ground,

They also knew, that the forest could burn like crackers.

There were shadows, and howls,

And the animals were cold.

Shivering, and they rolled,

To keep themselves warm, and safe, from the fowls.

The moon glowed like a half cut apple,

All was silent.

No noise was heard, but there was a scent,

A scent, of danger, of.. scrapple.

There was a wild animal about,

It was howling, it was- Aahhhhhh!

No, it's a wolf, oh no, what now?

The bright red moon, shone bright on it, eating a trout.

Wait, I heard a shot!

And another!

Oh, are people hurting each other?

No, it's the wolf, caught.

Ha! It's now in a van, caged.

The owl hoots, rotating his head, 180 degrees,

The squirrels, the badgers, are now at ease.

This story just ends, and like the wolf, is here, caged.

~ Anoushka Sabnis