Best Bobcats Poems
The young doe so alive
Brought down by one shot
Way back, several years ago
The hunters could not find her
Venison they desired to eat
Then her carcass lay at the edge
Of an open field next to the deep woods
Slowly
Vultures, crows, bobcats, ants
Ate their fill
Now only dry bones left
Still baked by the sun
My writing has hit a dry spell
Like those dry bones
Baked by the spring sun
All dried up, turned white by the sun
Categories:
bobcats, writing,
Form:
Free verse
From the Painted Desert, head west
Past sagebrush, brittle bush, desert scrub
And The Petrified Forest at rest
To the Rocky Mountains above
Go past the Continental Divide
Below Douglas firs and pinyon pines
Head down the sunset side
Where the Colorado River cuts and winds
Many generations ago
Native Americans were inhabiting squatters
There were herds of buffalo
Along with now extinct muskrats and river otters
Beaver, cut cottonwoods and willows
Leopard frogs slept on limestone pillows
Mule deer and bighorn sheep
Climbed up and down walls so steep
Follow me down the foot trail
Like indigenous butterflies with swallowtails
In to the Valley of the Sun
Where Hopi civilization begun
Tassel eared squirrels frolic about
Bald eagles fly over and scout
Stream orchids, honey mesquite and arrow weeds
For pocket mice and other rodent species
Gray fox, weasels, bobcats
Spotted skunks, ring tails, and bats
Call this canyon their home
Where bark scorpions and rattlesnakes roam
While gila monsters and red spotted toads
Search for midges, flies and black widows
It took this river millions of years
To make this home for all who are here
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Categories:
bobcats, adventure, america, animal, history,
Form:
Rhyme
Out west, near Black Hills, over South Dakota way,
On land where layered rocks records eons before –
Some thieves rode the badlands that hot steamy day.
Rough riding rustlers raided a ranch; stole a boar.
Those thieves took, tackle, grain, food, and wine grapes.
Two rife and rifled cowboys planned to settle the score!
Rugged and fearless with sweat on hot napes,
They rode where the rattlers and bull snakes call home.
Both galloped fast and hard … must not let thieves escape.
But they stopped with their horses when they saw bison’s roam.
Felt stillness; saw vastness; amazed, each life reshapes.
The wilderness teaches with its silent, “Shalom.”
Paused, distantly viewing weird-wonderful shapes.
Great towers of fossils that give wildlife a home.
Two soul-searching cowboys ponder nature’s landscapes.
While prairie dogs and cottontails run for the loam,
The bobcats and vultures look down on the plains.
And turtles stay still in their portable home.
The Bighorns and badgers walk gullies in rains.
Meadowlarks sing songs while pretty pronghorns prance.
There, valleys hide critters in flowers and grains.
It’s a desolate land; so, it seems at first glance.
Plenty of majestic views extending for miles,
Masking deadly dangers that stalk the great expanse.
But back on the ranch families stock up woodpiles,
They tend to the gardens, feed chickens, and cows.
Their work is quite hard but they manage with smiles.
The villains still steal and the farmers push plows.
But two soul-searching cowboys made Heavenly vows.
Copyright October 12, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Cowboys in the Badlands -
Sponsor Isaiah Zerbst
Categories:
bobcats, conflict, nature, science, spiritual,
Form:
Terza Rima
The cats' chatoyant eyes reflected fear
As the darkness of night penetrated
Everything, even small lamp that's near
The fear grew as the dogs snarled and hated
The dark fog shrouded woods did not draw one
Come, come into this inviting dark place
Sit stay no these woods say run quickly son
Drawn adventurous person to this space
Where cat's chatoyant eyes reflected fear
Noises from screech owls, coyotes, and bobcats
Rule the night with the dark woods very near
Drawn called come here to where flight of bats
Stirs the cool damp night's air and shadows creep
Filled with eyes, sounds, stirrings of animals
And menacing things, sounds of peeps, stirring feet
Only brave can enter for this could be fatal
Well, are you brave?
Was written for PD contest that closed
Categories:
bobcats, imagination, night, dark, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
Cattle guard rattled teeth
Dummy locked gates swung open
Loose gravel wound roads
Descending into deep rutted
Belly washing mud paths
Bouncing and shaking
Halting and laughing
Long bending meadow grass
Old log barn with perfume of cedar
Cool trance of spring fed creek
Hydro electric
Walls of mesh screen
Echoing indulgence of ancient sounds
Breath sincerely, (Smile)
1 light bulb strung from tree to house
wood gathering, tents popping
Sunset peers and slips
through the wooded mountain
A quick meadow retreat while she dances
Color, throwing schemes
warmth
Darkness falling
Fire in full attention with
Musical backdrop and occasional truck engine
Ghost story fueled midnight hikes
Flashlights, mini 14's
Imaginary bobcats, shifty ridgeline
Bullets rattling, hearts pounding
Safety of a campfire chair
Ice chest next to the side........ sleepless
The dawn breaks victorious
Celebratory Yoo-Hoo's
Cast iron skillet in a glow of embers
Crispy potatoes & onions
Many things should begin and end with bacon
Categories:
bobcats, nature, youth,
Form:
Free verse
Don't ask lovely Star Magnolia
Nor blueberries' bell blooms
Japanese Magnolia won't tell
Lest quickly seasons assume
Who browned the awesome pink blossoms
Or turned camelia squishy
Was it the brown nervous squirrel
With his dancing tail swishy
It must have been Bobcats at night
Who climbed in blooming trees
Then painted tips with brown markers
Not the northerly breeze
Maybe unfinished???
Categories:
bobcats, wind,
Form:
Rhyme
THE LAND THAT BELONGS TO ROBIN HOOD
The days of Robin Hood finds youthful good.
A rightful mind he has, when he is defensive.
He travels to land beyond for adventure.
While he trek, he came upon a Clan of Bobcats.
He took his sword and deployed to kill, if they did not conform.
He spoke and said, “I seek to conquer!”
They fought a great battle.
Robin Hood and his men ended their travels and reformed a world.
The Clan of Bobcats became normal and their women and children rejoiced.
Today where this Robin fought is a landmark.
________________________________________|
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Contest Name: Robin Hood
Entry Date: 03/22/2014
Date Written: 03/22/2014
Motif: Travel
Categories:
bobcats, adventure, care, caregiving, celebration,
Form:
Ballad
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What if there was a highway
In a simple place invested
In the city of twisted realities
A different darkness a brighter daylight
Amongst the caverns they speak
There is such a place still palakkah catalita
I'm a super fast lane city
Streets highways and byways
on the planet HTRAE
Being in the city called AHAMO
In the state of aKSARBEN
Honda center galactical highway
Such is a place where in this world
Young vehicles are driven by road raged animals
People running over humans
With their vehicles
There are jaguars driving barracudas
Drivers driving the bison
Those the drive-in bobcats spinning thier tires
Sunbeam tiger's white eagles the traffic stag
Mercury stable Volkswagen rabbit behind the wheel
So the puma the pinto the road runner sable rush
The grim wall scorpion driving the four-wheel drive auto
Jumping curves spinning wheels driving fast running over filthy humans
Those panting human sometime getting in the way
Those two legged animals some whom we fear
Jumping curbs fleeting out of the sewers
Run Johnny run, look out for that dog driving the Chevy
Boom ! ! !
What is this?
What's that?
CRASH
Hit and run roadkill
10/21/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
bobcats, analogy, animal, anxiety, car,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
coyotes howl
desert comes alive at night
I shiver
rats shaking tin cans
junkyard comes alive at night
I cringe
wild zombies dance
graveyard comes alive at night
I turn tail
screaming bobcats
woods come alive at night
I run like mad
Categories:
bobcats, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Cats that purr, do not roar; Cats that roar, do not purr.
Lions and tigers roar with bluster
With all the might they can muster.
But, take them home for a cuddle
And their purr is just a muddle.
Bobcats purr like thunder.
Enough to shake you under.
But bobcat's roar is only strut and bluff
Their roar in silence, just huff and puff.
Mountain lions are just the same
All purr and no roar, their game
They purr when happy, when licking their paws,
Even when angry, their purrs don't pause.
But try this at home and it may surprise you
Get your cat happy and purring anew.
Then run a tap nearby, in sink or tub
And the sound will make cat purr scrub.
Categories:
bobcats, cat,
Form:
Rhyme
My hands are shaking.
My makeup is perfect.
My heart is pounding.
My dress is perfect.
My eye are watering.
My shoes are perfect.
My legs wont move.
My accessories are perfect.
My body is hot.
My hair is perfect.
He glides into the room eying me. Im standing in heels that hurt that Ive never bought... He whipsers
I love playing my instruments with women as lovely as you around. My mouth is blocked I cant speak.
I man I never met before...Bring out nervous and high tensions in me... -music plays- Do you here my music
he says. A steel needle traces on my neck. -slowly losing consciousness- You will become my finest work.
-fades to black-
Wake up
wake up...
Miss wake up..
You are now a marvel.. of art.
awakening I find myself on a run way people with masks and music.
Walk.
I follow his command and walk furiously down the run way people applaud me, they love my walk I feel beautiful.
I make a pose I turn around walk back down the run way and see the mirror of my new beastly disfigurement.
My leg was replace with a leg of a gazelle I had a large black eagles wing on my back my arm was replaced with a bobcats arm.
I had the tail of a lizard The right side of my scalp had has snakes in it and my face on the left had fish scales on it.....
-SCREAM-
The crowd rises and applaud me. And my maker come out....
The room is silent...
Him:Your a marvel and beauty also now your family....
The caped masked people removed their masks and were disfigured in animal parts like chopped meat....
Him: Nobody is perfect...-grins-...But your perfect to me. Your the best creation I've ever had eyes on. Your name now is
MEDUSA...
Categories:
bobcats, visionary,
Form:
Forests at nightfall are scary to see;
not just dark forms- but loud sounds flowing free.
Far from at home, with cute puppy's bow-wow;
or from your kitten's sweet, gentle meow.
Skunks and opossums resound with a screech;
harsh sounds for us- but for them, secret speech.
Night owls all hoot, while young fox kits will yelp;
grasshoppers chirp as plump frogs croak to help.
Nightfall brings on the long nocturnal hunt;
bobcats join in with their loud hungry grunt.
Wolves and coyotes- as foxes all howl;
big bears roam free with a loud husky growl.
Not just dark forms- but loud sounds flowing free;
forests at nightfall are scary to see!
Best viewed on film- for you never will flip
creatures that find you before you can zip!
Categories:
bobcats, onomatopoeia, sound, word play,
Form:
Couplet
In the jaundiced light of the pock-marked moon,
Nevada nights many strange visions have seen
But few match spring time rapidly rutting rabbits
Racing and romping in moonlight madness;
Frolicking free in a sagebrush sea
Amidst white-crested mountain waves;
While whirlwinds swirl and in playas play
One hundred and forty fathoms deeper
Than luna-limned beach strands of dry lake shores.
Bobcats lurk in the moonbeam shadowed deeps,
Eager to feast on the bounding banquet
Of loco late-night leaping lepuses.
Madling moonshine swilling drivers pop a
Fair share of raw rabbits upon their grills
As coyotes yowl over missed moonglow kills.
Categories:
bobcats, animal, death, moon, nature,
Form:
Free verse
You can be a turtle, a deer, a buffalo, a dog, frog or a sphynx,
But you never know true love until you have fallen for a lynx.
I have a pair of them, and they adore me upside down and inside out.
They give me joy and companionship; they truly make me shout!
You may refer to them as bobcats, if you grew up seeing them this way.
No difference to Hansel and Gretel, they still hunt down their prey.
Their silent padded paws help them hunt with the best of the beast.
When they drag in their carnage, we have a wonderful meat feast!
They were found by me as babies after hunters got their mother.
They are happy with me, and even more happy with each other.
A brother and a sister, they like to prowl and hunt at night.
I sigh a relief when they come home, knowing they’re all right.
They can run fifty miles an hour, faster than most cars on our road.
I like watching them skedaddle, when they are in chase mode.
They like to curl at my feet and listen to stories, and sigh.
And no burglar has ever bothered me. Don’t you wonder why?
Categories:
bobcats, animal, cat,
Form:
Rhyme
The forest was so still and my heart calm.
The frogs in the pond croak welcoming in the morning air.
A fog sweet, wet, hazy-grey blankets us cloaking my spotted hide,
muting the mornings’ echo.
Though mother has left, she, dearest Hunger has not.
Deep in my entrails, the two-legged hunters so desire;
she, Hunger stirs, twisting a preemptive knife of warning.
Only small buds rise on my head where antlers will be by fall.
Death waits breathless on the breeze.
Hunger, dearest Hunger
knows Death.
Father was lost to Death on a bright fall morn.
My ears turn, a branch crumbles beneath the weight of ...
Hunger knows Caution and tosses her head within my tender hide.
My fur rises at her discomfort. She is not satisfied.
Yet, I would flee, holding her close to my heart.
I leap away from the clearing over a fallen log
shaped like a bobcats tail curling.
The forest of conifers is dense and deep.
The weak morning sun does not enter and Hunger approves of the privacy.
Sometimes, I wonder, as I eat the sweet stalks of wild onions
without mother or father; would I be here in this majesty,
without my dearest, without Hunger.
Would the hunter hunt me without his Hunger?
Categories:
bobcats, angst, morning, mother, mystery,
Form:
Prose Poetry