Nature Animal Poems | Examples
These Nature Animal poems are examples of Animal poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Animal Nature poems written by international poets.
“Somewhere beyond the sink-hole, past the magnolia, under the live oaks, a boy and a yearling ran side by side, and were gone forever.” ~ The final sentence of The Yearling by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings.
A child was gone forever…
Was I, too, once a child?
Would it be that never,
I’d again run free and wild?
Would I simply pass away
like little Fodder-wing,
not to see another day
where I might fly or sing?
Lately, I’ve been thinking of
a brand-new hopeful dawn,
and the feel of earnest love -
of Jody and his fawn.
I saw a waterwheel, saw a rabbit,
took more than just a look.
Another’s soul, I’d inhabit
in the chapters of a book.
Lost forever to the ages,
a long, forgotten “when” -
four hundred thirty pages
gave me childhood again.
a bobcat awakened to confrontation from the cuckoo fluster
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 7–13, 2026)
A cold northwesterly breeze
Whips the nearly naked trees
A few pecans still tip the top
Unreachable by squirrels
Even if they hop
scenic farm view
cows and horses out to graze
barn and silo stand
dogs bolt outdoor
squirrel scrambles for it's life
jumping fences
along busy road
young deer chime in with traffic
startled by car horns
Story of gentle metazoans in yellow
Furry and soft, above trees and below
Frolicking after four
Canoodling on flour
Shadows of naughty paws on meadow.
storms about to brew
frantic squirrels create havoc
leaving nuts behind
Such harmony is seldom seen.
Nature at its finest: the mating ritual.
Procreation, there's no higher calling.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
collectors of nuts
scavengers by nature
endless shell casings......
I'd rather fall at the hands of nature—
endure the whiplash from changing seasons,
be ransacked in storms erasing verdure
but not by crude loggers or their reasons.
In time to come, I might be metallic,
slip from imagination, unreal!
What is wood, this leaf, but an italic?
Who will append me to the holy grail,
will to elegize my lost symmetry?
Today has already begun with breeze
lilting foliage; fluttered melody,
transporting berries, bewitching degrees.
A caterpillar licks my face away,
and a worm is canceled by a blue jay.
eyes gaze from cornfield
then rush of brown fur across road
fawns' slow reaction
You may think I look weak!
Old man, less speed.
But each muscle fibre has learned, each muscle fibre has earned.
Knows pain and knows strength.
Experience for the sake of experience.
So before you begin.
Sit still think within.
Because when the Adrenalin flows.
The win will be more than blows.
It will take acts of the mind.
Acts youth may not find.
Yet vigour will always give an edge,
But age has stood upon that ledge.
For the blade that cuts the deepest still
Was sharpened not by strength — but will.
sharp pings of hunger
as they desperately search
around closed trash can
fresh cut grass for lunch
free roam of yard for awhile
cozy home under shed