Moon Minks.

Here is a poem I wrote the other day. It is a wee bit silly, but I had much joy writing it.

The Hill was basked in gold
THe sky a sahd of dusty pink
The sun was slowing fading
Ready for the Moon Mink.

The little pale moon mink
Was decked out in white.
With green shoes and a green hat,
That turned a vibrant red at light.

It was a skurrying and a skittling.
Turning everthing topsy turvy.
From bed-sheets, to glasses
From bendy to curvy.

Then there was patter
and then a little pitter
The Mink stood a frozen.
The rushed away like a critter.

When all of a sudden!
It was face to face,
With a little girl.
All covered in lace.

She gave a laugh
The Mink gave a shout
Smiled widely
and touched Minks snout.

The light came through the window.
The Minks cap turned a vibrant red.
THe Mink ran away quickly.
And she went back to bed.