poem about magical creatures
|It's alright! I tried to be calm.
But it was tough being calm when seeing magical creatures.
I felt better once I saw the dawn
Knowing I wasn't far from the bleachers.
The forest was only five miles away.
It was a large forest, for sure.
Even though it was hard, I tried to be gay.
For I was prepared for the lure.
Sara was crocheting; she thought it would help
It kept her from worrying.
But our little dog, Benny, let out a yelp.
However, Benny kept scurrying...
Not to worry; it was only a dream.