The sneaky cat
He climbs up a curtain
like a lion clawing against a tree
and he sees a way to steal.
He leaps down from up high
walks around in circles
what he was going to do next.
A plan grows in his mind.
“I will wait until they’re gone.”
I wonder what he is going to do,
The sneaky cat.
I am learning to use simile and metaphor to help make my poem be more descriptive.
I am going well, but I make rhymes instead of metaphors and similes.
My next step is to work on getting a simile or metaphor in my map.