Beaver Poems - Poems about Beaver

Barry the Beaver

If you think ants are busy, you should seek
Barry the beaver living down by Chesapeake
Gnawing down trees with every tooth in his head
Barry works twenty-four seven and will ‘til he’s dead.

beaver mole or platypus

Beaver, mole or platypus? It waddles like all three.
I watch the creature scoot along, wild, weird and free.
If she pauses along the way to leave some tiny eggs down
I will call her Platte City Platypus, named for my uncle’s town.

If I were a Beaver

If I was a beaver, I would build a dam
Filling each room with beans and ham
Installing near each entrance a hidden cam
Inspiring a waterway traffic jam

I would hole up with my cousin Sam
And possibly my neighbor we call Glam
We would cut down trees with a loud bam
As we added rooms to our glamourous dam

beaver moon

coppery polish
	ravenous iron jaws yawn ~
		beaver befuddled
	
(November Full Moon – Algonquin)

Beaver Island TRI

Both fell in love with Beaver Isle
A plot was bought close to the lake
Their house was built in rustic style
This house a home they planned to make. 

A plot was bought close to the lake
With a clear view and facing East
So eyes on amber dawns could feast.

Their house was built in rustic style
With rugged charm,

Ode to a Beaver

Ode to a Beaver

I watch the beaver gnaw the tree
And see its place in history.
Cursed with a luxurious pelt
Sought after by European furriers.

That led to the slaughter of the species
From which a nation was conceived.
Like a virus invasion out of control,
Its numbers decimated and habitat destroyed.

We humans can be a cruel lot,
Killing for pleasure and

Beaver Moon

Let's view the moon together 
I'll stand behind you here
I'll put my arms around you
And whisper in your ear
I'll wrap my coat around us
It won't be cold inside
I'll tell you little somethings
To tuck away and hide
Inside the chambers of your heart
Where they will live and thrive
I'll tell them to you every day
For as long as

November Beaver Moon

	water
	squatter

The Beaver-Ization of the Americas

Can this thing go any faster?
At this rate, we’ll all be left behind 

Cheers to our philosophy 
of this could be our “perfect disaster” 

Running power lines through empty cities 
It felt like we could take on the world if we wanted to 

I miss those feelings
fading, fading 

How could something so real  
slip

rain-spattered waters

rain-splattered waters
	burbles in rising river ~
		beaver trims rudder

The Pottawattamie Beaver

In the sylvan sewers of Fritchy's tombie
    the Pottawattamie beavers play
  deep beneath the verdant pastures
    where dead skunks and possum lay

  Circling skyward glowing wierdly
    jackal-birds sharpen their nails
  those brainless fowl still don't get it
    Pottawattamie leave no

Wedding Cake Beaver

The wedding cake beaver with a cha cha cha
Down New Orleans way, danced the Mardi Gras.
We said “don’t tell us he’s coming this way, Ma.”
She nodded and said “Better tell your pa.”

When the wedding cake beaver comes your way.
It means there is going to be a wedding day.
We were eight and six and scared now

The Beaver and the Eagle

“Hi Eagle, loonie for your thoughts?”

“Hey Beaver, what made them choose you for a national animal?”

“I’m a symbol of perseverance and strength, persistence and hard work, eh.”

“Oh I see, I thought it was their sense of humor.”

“Well Eagle, we’re dam funny too. Care for a timbit?”

“What in the world is a timbit?”

“It’s like donut holes

Is That a Beaver Then

dam building ferret
wait is that a beaver then
tail slaps water

Haiku

frigid forest lake
magnet for snowstorm crystals
beaver warm in den

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