Animal Friends on a Hop-Happy Day

Tim is a scruffy rabbit
who nibbles on the ratty lawn.
And he’s got special, special friend
by the sunny name of Dawn.

And Dawn’s got another friend,
a clever grey squirrel named Anne.
From high atop the biggest tree,
she’s Dawn’s second biggest fan.

And far, far, far overhead,
flies a daffy mallard named Alexander.
He’ll often say nice things about Dawn
but it’s usually a back-hander.

And as she’s just a tiny fawn,
Dawn is generally quite shy.
Sooo quiet, and timid, and wary,
that brash Tim will often sigh:

Come out, come out from that shrub!
It’s time for us to play!
Let’s romp though the grassy fields
because it’s your special, special day.

And sometimes on those special days,
shyly, slyly smiling, out she’ll come.
And Anne and Tim and Alex and Dawn,
through the world they’ll run.

But sometime she won’t,
and that’s also okay,
because they all know
there’ll always be another day.

And that day,
will be
Dawn’s
special, special day.

Bark bark
Bark bark bark,
Bark bark bark

Bark bark bark, bark bark bark

Bark bark bark

bark

Dog code
Secret mode
Fence line toed

Stranger near
Have no fear

Dog is here

Bark

Toes are many things
Long or short, hairy, or with warts
Unadorned or sporting rings
Often sporting colours of all sorts.

A toe’s big job is to keep you up-right
But when you stub your favourite toe
On that table leg just out of sight
We know that you’ll also scream with woe.

But all in all, your toe’s a friend
Something faithful, loyal
That you can count on in the end
That treats you right royal.

 

But if you are a ferocious cat
A sharp-toothed predator bursting with fight
When seeking prey, they are all of that,

But in addition,
Toes are
 something
  to bite

Do you like to say arugula?
I do.
Ah-roooo-ga-la!
I also like to say synecdoche,
even though I don’t know how.

Ah-roooo-gala.
There I said it again.

Sin eck doh key
Rhymes with me.

And I like to say arugula.
You should too.

Nature vs Nurture

Bouncy fluffy farmer’s pup
Fluffy bouncy baby sheep

Charging round the busy yard
Round the guarded field he leaps

Chasing angry butterflies
Head butting bossy relations

Unaware of their destinies
Or their impending integration

Dog & Sheep
Sheep & Dog

Alas friendship is not to be
For each will have a job to do

Sheep
Dog

Sheepdog

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Ya, ya… it’s still morning and I’m not yet awake. It was better in my head. But it fulfils the remit of “poem” so there…

Seeing Spots

Ferocious cloud leopard
hidden in the rocks

Invisible predator
silent and deadly

creep
creep
creep

creep

An explosion
    of ferocity
Escape is impossible
entwined bodies roll and writhe
The prey is vanquished

Then Mama rises
knocking her kitten to the ground
Her long rough tongue
caresses the successful offspring

Learning to hunt is hard work.

The fella woke up with a bad cold,
It made him feel simply old.
With his head full of stuff
and feeling downright rough,
His blog thoughts were likely to go untold.

 

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Images

On any blank canvas
Black and empty,
As the night sky
Can never be

A picture forms
I sketch my dreams
An image’s displayed
Reality undissolves

My idea resolves
The dream becomes
Their story unfolds
A, this, new idea

I, we, see the form
on a formless stage
Perceive the substance
on some insubstantial page

Once the midnight void
Invites sub-particular light
Then can raindrops reign
And there can/will be no night

On occasion of a cat sleeping on my arms

A man and bear
Wrestled with care
So no one was hurt
Although said bear was soon curt

After the blows were complete
And all rose up to their feet
The ursine sat upon his chair
And lamented the missing patch of hair.

On occasion of wrasslin’ design bears…