PUŽIĆEVA  JESEN

Mali puž niz stablo gmiže,

ide prema tlu sve niže i niže,

k žutom lišću prilazi sve bliže.                

                                                             Pužića malog brige muče,

                                                             da ga vjetar ne bi stajao kuće.

Na tlu stoji, ticala uvlači

u svoju malu kućicu se zavlači.

                                                       Na počinak ide

                                                       dok ga slatki miris ne

                                                       pozove -

                                                       svježe i mirisne kiše nove.

                                                                                                           Filip Kovačić, 8.C