Stealthily we creep,
While the dark is deep,
Sometimes we try to peek,
And move quickly with a creak.
It is obvious what we seek,
Some scraps of meat from about last week,
Something to chew on, maybe some to lick,
Someone gave out a squeak,
Humans are back, off we go quick.
(M. J. Igot)
|Subject||2.5 × 2.4 cm, Aquarell|
|Paper||300g Water Color Paper|
|Dimensions||20 × 20 cm|