What can be said of the weasel
that hasnít been already wrote,
her appetite, manner and menace
more fearsome than looks may connote?
Her able pursuit of a victim
is the model of hungry desire,
though a single display of such prowess
is all that most viewers require.
A chipmunk can make her a breakfast,
a bunny may surface for lunch
and fervent consumption of mouses
occurs, as they say, by the bunch.
So gain what you will from this missive;
the weasel has little to say,
while creeping through meadow and forest
partaking of natureís buffet.
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Phil Huffy would be
pleased to hear them.