Beavers Poems - Poems about Beavers

...Lake county music company filled with slots carney folk real carny folk the little pete's illegal gambling road show throughout the Midwest gaming like your idol Frank Peter Balistreiri the ......Read the rest...

...Ducks are flying, mild weather in February has lured them, to find and build nests. The hunters are all taken by surprise, The beavers are hard at work, patching and mending rickety dams, lo......Read the rest...

...That photo must be photoshopped said quite a few in a snippy way. But I knew better, for I had observed the Big Dipper myself that day. It is what I saw in the sky myself, I told the doubting misbe......Read the rest...

...Wandering alone atop Mount Nittany his claws long retracted his teeth filed down The last of his breed once reigning so proudly his lair far distant no food to be found Strange noises he ......Read the rest...

...Trusting happy Mushroom king left his throne for a two-week trip. Animals in the forest took turns sitting where had been his hip. He returned and said this throne no matter what feels okay. Why d......Read the rest...

...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 jack......Read the rest...

..."Oh, hi!" "Uh, huh?" "Sorry did I wake you?" "No this is my resting tree face." "Oh thank goodness. Did they tell you I was coming?" "No one tells me anything. Will you please stop doing circles......Read the rest...

...A Sitka Sunset Mute wind chimes on the Totem Trail Ring through purple mists in Platinum testimony to evergreens adorned in dusk And leftovers from raindrops splashing from totem beaks, Cedar......Read the rest...

...The dolphin will roll in them, everyone assured the judge of the day. Of course, he did too, because every dolphin loves to roll and play. He may squash the flowers, some argued. Can we give it to ......Read the rest...

...Two rival hockey teams take the ice Gloves off at game time. bAm! PoW! SLICE! It was a cluster puck And that is putting it toothlessly nice. I learned woodchucks couldn’t chuck wood What would......Read the rest...

...In a damp, bluesy club in the middle of the reeds Two amphibious musicians gathered in the weeds Stringed instruments of driftwood and canary grass Played with webbed fingers and a dash of souther......Read the rest...

...Hush hush busy muskrat; all you bucktoothed beavers gnaw on unheard, work you unseen. The sleek panther is stalking slipping silently through the feathergrass an angel of hunger is in its eyes......Read the rest...

...Just like a germinating node, so are the childishly preened pudenda load. Ecstasy in fluffs of dew are bestowed as croissants for neonate are getting bold. Silky gazelle of a nymphet endowed w......Read the rest...

...Four score and many more And still within her prime In her mind and in the woods, Hunting, fishing, trapping, A workhorse of a woman. Watch her go- swing the axe, Cleaving wood, making fe......Read the rest...

...Mr. John is a jolly fisherman Paddling his boat with single hand His other hand holds a fishing rod On hook are worms from peapods Baiting only the bean-like cods. Mr. John went fishin......Read the rest...