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Animal Quatrain Poems | Quatrain Poems About Animal

These Animal Quatrain poems are examples of Quatrain poems about Animal. These are the best examples of Animal Quatrain poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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The Wise Old Owl

The wise old owl has come today
To train a  young one in the way
Of all the things that it should know
So he can hoot and wisely grow

He'll show this one just what to do
So on it's own it'll fly so true
It's prey will never have a chance 
When it swoops down in it's death dance

He'll soar the skies,he'll  hide from view
He'll do the things he's been taught to do
Before you know it he'll be all grown
He'll be teaching others that are his own

But for right now he'll  have to learn
Of all these things til it's his turn
So that when he's older he will be
The wise old owl on a teaching spree


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Sympathy by Briton Riviere

The little girl sat alone on the step Thinking of what she had said and done Sad and alone, she needed a friend Gladly there appeared just the one A cold nose and a friendly lick Her dog snuggled up without question As always he needed no explanations There with the greatest of canine affection
Inspired by his 1878 picture- Sympathy go to Allposters.com/


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For Survival or Greed? (Co-written with James Fraser)

Note:  Following a rash of local breakins, thieves murdered two people who happened to be 
at home when they entered.  This event produced a lot of anxiety for me and James was 
kind enough to help divert my attention by joining in this write.  Many thanks to James, Tim 
and Dane Ann for their support during this difficult time. -- Carolyn




     A hungry gray feline sees a mouse; quickly does she pounce
     Instincts come into play as jungle creatures eye their prey
     Natural selection rules the vast animal kingdom
     By striking fast they earn the right to live another day 
 
We read in the papers and we watch on the news
As I look out my window, and ponder man's thoughts
What do we see, through our eyes as we view
Our ability to kill and leave one's life nought
 
     Complicated survival games play out each strenuous day
     From the frigid Arctic tundra to torrid dark jungles
     Beasts on the prowl are trekking nature's intended path
     Another victim falls as distant thunder rumbles 
 
Opportunists linger as the perpetrators dare
Man stalking down dark alleys and dimly-lit streets
Confronted, accosted in criminal stare 
Where the innocents in danger, generally meet
 
     Other members of the animal kingdom have no choice
     They slay only to keep themselves and their families alive
     But it's man who plays the most dangerous of games
     Killing for thrill, politics or greed; how can man survive?
 
It's the evil of man who takes what he wants
With the blade of a knife, with his terror taunts
His escalation from flint to gun
This most wonderful world in masculine haunt
 
     If man continues to develop harsh weapons
     The skies may explode in carnivorous fashion
     Consuming not just one animal species, but all
     Leaving angels to mourn the death of God's creations


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In the Meadow

Cows bellow, low, heads between rails
such large deep sad eyes, such full bags.
For whom do they await, no one home
to let them out, share out their milk.

Not long ago I saw you wandering off with him
his hand caressing your neck, gripping your arm
holding you stiff, obedient to his will
and you were bound to follow, no sound

escaped your lips, and me, why am I watching
for the scene to play out? Don’t we all know
don’t we all grieve, for the coming of that day
when cowl slips down, the bellow, low aches.

You won’t come home, will you my dear.
I guess I paid the right price for a job well done
Your cheating heart won’t bestir us to wait
Never more.  This farm is sold outright.


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My Great Grandpa

Great Grandpa Zerbst, I wish was here
I'd like him still around
He had a herd of Hereford cows
His farmin' sense was sound

He passed away when I was young
I'd only seen him twice
But even though his life was rough
I'm sure that he was nice

At first, he had some horse-drawn rigs
To grow his crop of wheat
A tractor then, in place of them
That had a metal seat

He had a herd of ninety cows
A huge Wyomin' spread
But now a herd of oil-rigs
Are drillin' in their stead

A lot of things Great Grandpa knew
From distant Germany
But now these things I wish I knew
Are buried 'neath a tree


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The kings of the night

The seemingly tranquil sky
blooming with stars soon
pierced by a distant cry
that seems to swoon.

Beneath dense trees standing tall
to touch dark canvas painted
after dusk, prowls the epiphany of all
mother nature’s tainted.

The wise are often alone
and the dangerous hated, 
but they express in moan
their solitude, once more grated.

Gradually their voices unite
in a song across the valley, 
seeming to smite
all of innocence’s nest.

The moon in her splendour moves
to comfort the carnivores that commence, 
and yet her beam soothes
not the beasts’ sense.

Torn between wrong and right
the moon spreads her swanlike wings amidst
the howls of her lovers, the kings of the night…
among the wolves in the mist. 


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The Trolls Come Out At Night

Some cat entered my room one night I thought it was a ghost It smelled like something had just died But I must oblige my guest as the host I turned on the light and there it was An obnoxious opossum at best! Whoa! Forget my host duties, cous! Take the room—I’m an unhappy guest! I left the house with a shutter Before I realized I was heavily surrounded By cats on all sides, up and under The house they had all just rounded! In truth I was perturbed on all levels That I began to realize in horror That damn opossum had spawned these little devils! And tonight I must end this terror! I then ran straight to the kitchen Aware of the opossum inside If I give up the tuna and ditch um’ Perhaps I’ll escape this night alive The persistent cats scratched at the holes Those buggers—those meddlers! They could have been thieves—if not trolls! Their yowls would scare sumo wrestlers! Worst of all in this dilemma Tomorrow was grocery day There were no more cans of tuna All my fish had swam away! Somehow one got in And the rest came barreling through I ran toward my room to him The opossum looked so distressed and blue The little beady eyes pierced my soul And I knew from then on he was my friend He only meant to hide from the furry little trolls And escape a most pitiful end! I made up my mind at last And picked up my trusty broom Come on in—I dare yah tah pass! Ain’t no feline coming through this room! Glowing eyes burned with intent And the yowling grew loud as hell The little bullies think they can take my guest! They’ll fly like birds they will! That night was a battle like none other A battle I will proudly say I won I gained the friend of my life—a brother My pet’s a load of fun! As much as I love a neighbor cat They are a little scary as a race Thankfully a broom will push them back And put them in their place My opossum is a sweet little thing And I protect him with my life I’ll never judge a critter again Till actions bring it to light


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RUMOR HAS IT


1.
Rumor has it on heavens above
Among the angels’ divine sphere
That God after very much though  
Decided in man’s life to interfere     

2.
For He has observed Man’s mistakes 
Which lately too many came to be
To endanger the whole of creation 
Act with which God can never agree

3.
So the Lord has most recently chosen  
The book of life before long to reprint 
Revising certain of its very old chapters 
While others out will leave, He has hint  

4.
The concern of humans is now to know      
Which chapters the book will not contain, 
Which are going to be, somehow, revised 
And which intact will forever remain 

5.
What was heard through the vine though,   
It was Man’s huge and unbearable vanity 
That made our almighty Lord and creator 
To finally exclude the chapter of humanity  

6.
The reason our God in His infinitive wisdom
Reached such unexpected for Mankind conclusion 
Is the fact that Man during his reign on earth
Has hurt our planet with his insensitive intrusion

7.
It might still be time for Man overall to be saved    
If he started correcting his many mistakes soon
Beginning by respecting life and the whole planet  
And stop behaving as a dim-witted buffoon.  


© Demetrios Trifiatis
   17 APRIL 2014


* According to UN’s most recent report (March 2014) “We  are in an era where 
climate change isn’t some kind of future hypothetical,” said Chris Field, one of 
the  two main authors of the report, and Rajendra Pachari chair of the IPCC 
(Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change) added: “Nobody on this planet 
is going to be untouched by climate change.” For that UN suggested measures 
to be taken immediately for to save the planet.
 Moreover, the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences ( PNAS), 
announced that  " Researchers have found out that pollutants are strengthening storms ...plus endanger the health of people."


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The tigress' mark

She prowls the night
with clenched jaw and pride,
nothing able to smite
her remorseless stride.

The ominous reflection of moon 
shines forth from devouring eyes
of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom
of the Creator's bid and sighs.

Grace moves her every limb
and she precedes an enraged scream
caused by ruins of a forest now grim
and held alive by all but one stream.

Her claws prophesy of vengeance 
though her heart yearns for reconciliation.
Yet now there would be no leniency 
for a soul's annihilation. 

Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes
she will embark
until all that remains after furious thrashes
will be the tigress' mark.


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Cat

Black cat lays on low fence wall,
veiled in cover of night.
Spell broken by owners call,
evenings victims respite.


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