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Animal Mother Poems | Mother Poems About Animal

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Details | Ballad |

Living my dream

Living my dream

I had one dream when I was young
To go to another land
In life I wasn’t satisfied
I wanted something grand
Lions, tigers. Kangaroos
And all those wild, wild beasts
Africa, South America
Or Australia at least.

Possessive Mother was my curse
How could I get away?
Every time I mentioned it
She had so much to say
And made me feel so guilty
Really cramped my style
And then one day there came along
Something to make me smile

I’d just turned my nineteenth year
When this great girl came along
She hailed from West Australia
And filled my heart with song
So we got married, had some kids
And here we are in Oz
Been here for half a century
And I came here all because

It was my fate to find this girl
She was my destiny
There’s be a whisper in the skies
That knows how things will be
It takes one’s soul, and leads it on
So growth, it might occur
And I know that west Australia
My heart, it sure does stir.

4 August 2013 @ 1440hrs.


Details | Rhyme |

The rose

A caterpillar ran along
my bedroom floor and rested there
my kitty cat mewed it a song 
and up it sent a yearning stare

I picked it up, the crawling thing 
all green and wobbly and naive
"my thorns beware because they sting"
I said and paused fearing he'd leave.

The kitty looked up from below
and shook my stem to make him fall
but he held fast and she lay low
then shivered as she heard me call:

"Darling," I said, "don't be so grim,
my rosy perfume is for you
as much as for your brother, dream,
                                              for cats and worms I'll be a rose
prickly and motherly and true."



Details | Free verse |

The Backside of Killington Mountain

Killington Mountain, one of the largest Ski resorts in New England.
With its webbing of trails, dotted with colourful kaleidioscopic ski outfits;
racing to the Castle they call a Base Lodge.

My Cabin is atop a mountain across two valleys from Killington's backside
I can see the untamed, wild and free side of Mother Nature's: True being
Where deers have no fears, and the Bald Eagle soars Free

I once did a recue mission there, and when all were safe, I walked
Into the forrest of Nature,where mankind had never before intruded
I walked where the Deer, Bed. where the eaglets squawked for food

I saw the Black Bear awake; "Good Morning Mrs. Black Bear"she Yawned
And walked away.I heard the Evergreens giggle as melting snow ticked Pines
The Serenity,Tranquility,enveloped me in Nature's Wonder of the World.
      Inspired by Linda(PD) with her Contest: 7 Wonders of the Ancient and
                     New World. This POEM is one of my 7 Wonders.
This is Dedicated to all POETS who have written about the Autrocitys of 
Mankind to "  Nature or THE Beauty of Mother Nature in Rhyme "
                           This is not a Contest Entree


Details | Rhyme |

Little lad, big dog

Little lad, and big dog

The two, they did together sit
Big dog, and little lad
And I must say I do admit
That lad is looking sad

Cause his Mummy she has gone
In a health centre to stay
Big dog felt it going on
When the lad refused to play

So Bear Cub, he’s our Rottweiler 
He sees the lad’s not well
[That dog, he be a heart stealer
He cares, a man can tell]

He nuzzles softly the poor lads face
And whimpers softly too
My mind it never will erase
The love that did shine through.

Then Bear cub wagged his little stump
With a smile upon his face
He wriggled, then he made a jump
With all his clumsy grace

And soon the lad is up and going
And they’re running everywhere
The lad {our Jake} all glowing now
Relieved of all his care.

3 July 2013 @ 1540hrs



Details | Quatrain |

Who Murdered the Easter Bunny

Sam, the box turtle, sauntered down deserted gravel road;
when he bumped into Elli, a gorgeous, slender, green toad.
Together they stopped to admire the rustic scenery;
noting, Bunny would like hiding eggs in all that greenery.

Easter will be in a few weeks, kids will have fun hunting eggs;
Bunny would be quite busy hopping on two spindly legs.
Sadie, a monarch butterfly fluttered into their path;
she was perched on a tree branch taking her daily sun bath.

“Hi!” she said to Sam and Sadie. “Have you heard hottest news?
The Easter Bunny was murdered, on the headline reviews.”
Sam and Sadie were speechless, much too shocked to say the least;
who murdered the Easter Bunny, who was the wicked beast?

No one could think of anyone who wanted Bunny killed,
the whole town was suspected, everyone thoroughly grilled.
It couldn’t be Sam or Sadie; they were not at the scene;
whoever it was, they were desperate, extremely mean.

Small town sheriff investigated the deadly crime site;
there lay Bunny sprawled along the roadside, eggs colored bright.
Struck down by angry mother hawk, thought he robbed her love nest;
sheriff pulled out the handcuffs, placed mother under arrest.

Copyright © 2013 By Caryl S. Muzzey


Details | Haiku |

mother kissing

clear sky
shadow in a desert
mother kissing


Details | Narrative |

My Earliest Memory

 I was in a museum. I suppose there were many displays of animals mounted or posed in 
their realistic forms to show them as they appeared in their natural environment. However, I 
recall only one display. It is the one that has stayed forever emblazoned on my young 
impressionistic mind. There in front of me they stood, in all their bloody glory: two wild 
animals. One (I cannot recall now what animal it was, only that it had hold of its victim’s 
throat.) Perhaps it was a wolf; maybe a wild boor. What matters most is that it was clearly 
the aggressor and it was the victor over the other animal in its natural habitat. The other, I 
am sure, was a deer, a poor innocent deer. Though its eye sockets were now filled with dark 
marbles, I could imagine in those eyes, terror beyond words. Whoever had put together this 
display had done a most realistic job. Heavy blood matted the neck of the deer and flowed 
down its body. Blood also gushed forth from the attacking beast’s mouth. I do not know what 
thoughts were running through my mind as I beheld this scene. I only remember standing 
there utterly transfixed.

Years later, I told my mother that my earliest childhood memory had been of two animals 
posed in struggle at a museum. So much time had passed, I was not even sure if maybe it 
had not been just a dream. My mother confirmed for me that I had indeed witnessed it and 
that it took place when I was around three years old. She then told how I had stood in front 
of the display for many minutes, perhaps fifteen, just staring and staring at it. She said that 
she and my dad could not tear me away from it, and they finally had to drag me away. Why 
that is my first memory I do not know. Perhaps because it was my first visual impression of 
violence. I wish I could remember what went through my mind as I gazed on it. Later in life, 
I was to witness acts of violence in the “real world” which greatly disturbed me, particularly 
those acts of cruelty involving man against man. However, I am someone who is able to step 
outside myself and view things in an analytical and detached way. I think this makes me 
sometimes misread by the "too feeling crowd." Furthermore, I always find myself strangely 
titillated by scenes of the macabre in horror movies. I do not enjoy gore. But I very much 
enjoy a good psychological thriller. Just something about me. I don’t know what it means. 
And I have no room to explore it here! 

For the Contest of Leighann Anderson: 
Sea of Words


Details | Narrative |

On a Black Day - Death Survives - Series 3

Another boring, Protestant Traditional, Sunday Family Dinner 1:00 pm sharp
This week it’s at Uncle David’s  house in Alford, Mass. I haven’t meant Him
Actually the only Family I met so far “Momma“, Poppa, and Big Sister Brenda 
YOU probably thought I was going to say “Momma, Poppa, and Baby Bear
Went for a walk in the forest“. Sorry I’m reading Goldilocks while I’m trying to Write
Brenda ( B B ) , and I use to wonder why they had to be called Momma and Poppa ?!! 
Pizza for dinner, on a Saturday night ,Baths, pajamas, robes, and slippers out to the car
Alright kids, It’s a 3 hour drive to Uncle Dave’s Let’s play “Grandma’s Suitcase” 
The subject Grandma is infatuated with is her : LOVE of Animals
Harry you start, Grandma went on a vacation , in her suitcase she put an alligator
Brenda, “Grandma went on a vacation, in her suitcase she puts a female Baboon 
“Poppa, it’s your turn, “Grandma went a vacation, in her Suitcase she put a Catamount
I challenge You  Poppa, Mount is Mountain ,not Animal  I brought my dictionary, Read;
The definition of catamount; a mountain lion, Cougar  A feline animal born in nature
Harry your out of the game; “Momma” Your turn “ Grandma put in her suitcase The Devil”


Details | Free verse |

Cold Shadows of Subconscious

Cold shadows form
Blacker bars from locked window
Fall upon the remaining light and I
Wake caged memories as animals
Metaphors arouse the senses
Silence louder grips regret
And all I can do
Is think to run
But, instead I again hold on tighter
To my waning sanity
No signs insist on warning
Moments like rocks are falling
Always continue to pile up images within
That now stirs the soup thick dark 
And begin to play out
An unspeakable act 
Every year upon this very day
I watch from balconies, stuck 
In tragedies portrayed
And now I see…
What I forgot
Mother, lying
Covered about her sins
Beneath, I’m a child crying
Guilt turning always finds its way 
Around the coo-coo clock
Of hands and helpless
To time’s army, life’s ending, ticking, plot
If, but for an instance
I could be free
Free from what
A reality without her
And her needed love
When is enough, enough!
Please, subconscious just let me go…
And I promise
I’ll keep on… going and forgetting


Details | Rhyme |

Doe

She scurries through
the forest, moving
here and there

Providing food and
shelter for her fawns
showing them she cares

A while ago
the father left,
upped and disappeared

And now the mother
does both jobs; a
doe, a female deer

Written in Queens, New York -Circa 1994


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