Best Critters Poems
They call me Elly Mae 'round here,
For my critters are so many.
I love 'em each and every one,
And couldn't part with any.
You see, Tommy, he's the eldest,
Grumpy through and through.
Course, eighteen years as a cat,
Would make me grumpy, too.
Our dog, Grover, he comes next,
Protective you might say.
No matter how bad his arthuritis,
He's beside you all the way.
King, he's our hunter,
A faithful black and tan.
He'll stay hours on that tree,
And wait for fellow man.
Tacoma rounds the cattle,
Too smart for his own good.
He gives high-five, goes to time-out,
Probably talk if he could.
Kali, the calico kitten,
She sleeps with me each night.
She's my little shadow,
And insists she's always right.
D.T., she has mood swings,
Double Trouble is her name.
A great big mare with high spirits,
Need I more explain?
Rebel is the stud,
With a heart so pure and sweet.
He has that southern hospitality,
An attitude that can't be beat.
Gabriel is the baby,
He is now three months old.
With D.T.'s ***** and Rebels heart,
His sights are untold.
At last, we have Scooby,
The riot of them all.
Bucks from here to Timbuktu,
And thinks he's twelve feet tall.
CRISPY CRITTERS
Their whiskers singed,
the dogs unhinged,
the horses flee,
and goats run free.
The deer stag leap,
from flames that keep,
and creatures scream,
as their flesh steam.
Their eyes do melt,
with sore and welt,
all lost their home,
and forced to roam.
They seek their owners,
by now, all loaners,
more lost than found,
for miles around.
Their lungs breath smoke,
inhaled, they choke,
no water, food, or cozy bed,
no rest for limbs, or weary head.
Their paws are raw,
by natures's law,
that flames take down,
all life, Earthbound.
We stir the ash to find the gem,
and search to find each one of them,
to catch and find, to love and hold,
our frightened, furry, lost and bold.
Broken things, and broken hearts,
the village shifts to make new starts,
and yet their souls' are pained and sore,
for kitty, puppy, colt, and more.
By, Edlynn Nau
© Sept. 17, 2015
[In memorial of all creatures deceased, or yet to be saved, from the Valley Fire, CA]
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The kitchen cupboard clamps closed incorrectly.
Katie concluded it was a continual cause of consternation,
cause rats raised a ruckus by creeping into Katie’s cupboards
to crunch cookie crumbs!
“Crap!.” cried Katie.
Wrath, waxing her weary and her taxed temper turning teary,
she resolved to be rid of the ridiculous roving rats.
Clearly, Katie’s cats couldn't catch the creepy raucous rodents!
So she resolved to revert to a relatively reliable recourse.
She contentedly kissed her cute cuddly cats and triggered
traps for the wretched repulsive rats.
The dastardly deed done; contented Katie concluded,
“this lass learned a large, likely lesson :
“ ‘Tis better to trigger traps for running roving rats,
than to count on cute, cuddly, contented cats.”
The End : )
My protests were ignored!
He lept and then ran,
shooting out the door
at about a quarter to four.
Now, he is running free.
I know he feels good.
Frisky and full of glee
is how he likes to be.
I looked outside
when the clock said five.
There lay three critters
and none were alive.
These were gifts to me,
given that I may feed.
He was quite proud
to serve my need.
I called out his name,
played the waiting game,
standing in airy silence
because he never came.
With hands on hips,
I checked again at six.
There lay a mouse
doing tortured flips.
I had enough of this!
His behavior must be nixed.
His hunting must be stopped
before another life is popped.
I walked the streets
shaking his treats,
calling his name
and smiled when he came.
The hunting, fierce beast
now lay small at my feet
in the middle of the street,
Purring for his treats.
My anger was released
as I rubbed a soft crease.
He rolled over with ease
to show he was pleased.
Now, a little before seven,
I began some quick stepping,
heading for our home haven
to shelter my killing felon.
Snuggling him in my arms
so no other life was harmed,
I cooed in babyish tones
while walking my tiger home.
At the end of the forest
Stood a spruce tree so tall
From miles away it was seen by all
In the spring it’s bristles we’re green and bright
So shiny that some even glistened the nite
In the winter it’s tip was topped by snow
Dangling iceIcles made it appear,
from afar an elegant chandelier
A wandering lumberjack ,
came across the tree
He shouted out loud, this tree is for me
His chainsaw had teeth made of cold iron
It sounded so loud it roared like a lion
Squirrels,chipmunks, raccoons and birds
There home now in danger
By this funny looking stranger
In their critter language they spoke together
Mr lumberjack began to laugh
He laughed and laughed he asked, is this a joke?
He shouted out loud this tree is for me
But it was no Joke nor was it a hoax
Within seconds, vines sprung down
flying branches flew through the air
Prickly needles began to spear
Flooded by sap the chainsaws gears
Mr lumberjack ran away
He never returned to the tall tall tree
The tree shall be seen by many many eyes
It will glow in the dark and sparkle in the rain
And never again be taken in vain
Catfish hashed halibutt steaks bloodied red rare...
Nothin' more to eat-I really don't care or give a
dam. No-no-no more mistakes, Sir Sam i am
Don't give a dam flim flam.Hidey Howe and away
we must flee and a'go-go.Paint huffin' kids are
dumb-asses at best...They could'nt take a test
without failin' or pass.Kids now'a days are spoiled
to the centered core...Their rear ends should be
spanked till tender and sore. Green, orange, pink
or blue over length spiked mohawks is what these
attention starved brats of today wear...The parents
should show them they really care, Not have
complete strangers constantly stare.
What is so neat 'bout wearinf rings in eyebrows
or a nose? This only makes them resemble
a mexico's bulls.Whats so wrong with bein'
the norm? Why look strange and ugly like on
this planet you shouldda never been born?
Hippoty hopp, hippoty hopp...Who can be
the worst looking slob?
The birds that had soared to the south
Catching salty raindrops in their mouth
Have flown back to where the flower grows
But I'll miss the snowflakes on my nose
As I watch them fly in rows and rows
Melt away the frost that glitters
On fir tree branches full of critters
The lake will change it's solid matter
Thawing to water in ice's shatter
Sly fox emerges from her den
Pups following and frolicking again
Squirrels fly from top to forest floor
Gather acorns two by two, four by four
A spring chore for a feast galore
Melt away the frost that glitters
On fir tree branches full of critters
The lake will change it's solid matter
Thawing to water in ice's shatter
Little bear wakes up from hibernation
Still hazy yawns from dream vacation
Stretching limbs after a winters sleep
Lying in the vines where ivy's creep
The sun's lost warmth now felt so deep
July 7, 2022
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Litter critters everywhere
kill our planet dont you care?
cars, plastic, paper and mush
tyres, metal and fancy stuff,
microplastics in our seas
water life cannot flee
drowns, drowns, drowns
Litter critters everywhere
kill our planet dont you care?
tortured deaths by human glut
cruelly their pain, endured
plastic ring ties a birds beak
poor little guy cannot eat
starve, starve, starve
Litter critters everywhere
kill our planet why dont we care?
narcissism, laziness an ego mind
to all living things we are unkind
predator of our selfishness
suffocating the world till we
die, die, die
Nature has a way of forgiving
rebirth starts to grow
not this time will man be living
animal kingdom will rule the earth
clean air no plastics found
litter critters no longer around
breathe, breathe, breath
19th August 2020
In a teacup's embrace, a tale we shall unfold,
Of two colorful frogs, with stories to behold.
One painted blue, the other a purple hue,
Their minds intertwined, in a world askew.
The blue frog whispered, "We're tea thieves, you see!
Stealing each drop, a wild heist to set free!"
His thoughts danced swiftly, like ripples in a pond,
Believing the teacup was where they abscond.
The purple frog hopped with a joyful smile,
"We're on vacation, an oasis in style!"
His mind painted dreams, a tranquil retreat,
Finding solace and peace in this teacup's heat.
They conversed with flair, the teacup their stage,
Voices mingled, a colorful dialogue engaged.
But as the tale progresses, a twist will be revealed,
For the frogs were figments, illusions concealed.
The veil of perception cast an intricate spell,
Conjuring the frogs, the stories they'd tell.
Yet in truth's gaze, the reality unfurls,
The teacup stands empty, devoid of their twirls.
For the frogs were imagined, born from the mind's eye,
Whispered by whispers, like a whimsical lullaby.
In the teacup's silence, the truth becomes clear,
Their existence ephemeral, vanishing near.
No mention of illness, no shadows of the mind,
Just a whimsical tale, with surprises intertwined.
The frogs never existed, their presence a guise,
A mirage, a fragment, like dreams in disguise.
So let us ponder this tale with open hearts,
Where teacup fantasies took their vibrant parts.
Imagination's realm, where perceptions may roam,
Creating tales and illusions, finding places to call home.
And as we sip our tea, in cups large and small,
Let's cherish the magic, the stories that enthrall.
For in the depths of imagination's gentle grasp,
We find hidden wonders, where reality may clasp.
The new pedagogy, such sweet success!
Brittle crispy teacup children abound.
Wan eyes fused to the screen, don’t look around.
Take me to my safe space, just too much stress.
Who will fix what’s broken? They don’t know how.
Fighting for their freedom? Don’t understand.
It's someone else’s job to repair this land.
Polished Brooks Brothers tyrant, take a bow.
Education, once to build citizens
Infiltrated with fell priorities
Cultivation of hamstrung denizens
Multiple choice equals minimum voice
Limiting possible realities
Eyelids fused, mind confused, they lose, rejoice!
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3/2/16
Pesky little blood sucking insects called mosquitoes...
When the sun is down, they swarm out looking for juicy human toes..
There is a real danger of catching illnesses from these pesky mosquitoes...
So, do whatever you can and keep them off your pinky toes...
In your room, I have noticed the unbearable dizzying hum of flying mosquitoes...
You must do something since you are well, up and pretty at their mercy...
Go and quickly get a bug spray to finish off these pesky mosquitoes...
The vapours are poisonous, as you spray, keep your nose well covered...
Leave your room after you have applied spray for the flitting mosquitoes...
Best you only come back later when the aerosol effects are well over..
Repair or replace the netting on the windows to keep out mosquitoes...
Else bites, itchings and scratchings is what you suffer when they are in...
And to humour yourself a little, have a little fish to feast on mosquitoes..
Have yourself a savage thrill when your fish gulps down each mosquito you kill..
So tarry no longer and suffer no more from such pesky mosquitoes...
My timely suggestions here should help you to do them pests well away...
http://www.star2.com/living/living-environment/2016/04/27/fear-em-or-hate-em-mosquitoes-are-very-amazing-creatures-heres-why/
Nearly thirty inches below normal of rain this year
It's caused an infestation of critters who lurk near
Droning on and on, annoyingly buzzing in my ear
Waiting for the chance to stick me with their spear
With needle sharp weapons, like the point of a pen
Round and round my head they fly, again and again
I need hands to swat at them... the size of Big Ben
or maybe freeze them with liquid nitrogen or cryogen
Oh, bad mosquitoes! What a big proboscis they possess
Despite their intent, they've failed to cause me stress
Such wicked bites will never leave me a bloody mess
When they've fallen at my feet, I'll just say, "God bless."
I don't live in fear of them because it's all a charade,
the army of bloodsuckers, who seem to be on a crusade
to defy peace in every home, they've chosen to invade
So, it's time to zap the pesky insects with a can of Raid
Critters,
Yucky, icky,
Creepy, crawly, nasty,
Scuzzy, slimy, oozy, therefore,
Many!
*Traditional Cinquain
1st line - 1 word, 2nd line - 2 words, 3rd line - 3 words,
4th line - 4 words, 5th line - 1 word
2-4-6-8-2 Syllables
First line - title, last line - connects title.
Apples are awesome things available all around.
Balloons make us bubbly and bounce from here to there.
Cats are cute and cuddly and really hard to catch.
Doggies like to do things, like dance around with dads.
Eagles eat real early and use their eyes and ears.
Football is a friendly sport for finding foes and fun.
Giggles make a goofy girl go gladly with a group.
Hugs are something you have to have and to hold.
Iguanas are ignorant of igloos and ignominious folk.
Jugglers just jest about with objects jumping to and fro.
Kisses keep us kid-like, kind and kicking up our heels.
Logs are for fires to lull us off to lala land.
Mommies make us milk shakes and moonpies for meals.
Novels are the nonsense books for nannies at nighttime.
Otters are odd lil’ critters opening oysters on their bellies.
Parrots perform for people while posing on their perch.
Quails have that quirky thing that hangs in its quaily way.
Rhinos are really rare and rage across the range.
Stamps are sticky things so send them on their way.
Turtles take their time to traipse from town to town.
Umbrellas understand that under keeps you dry when in the rain.
Violins make voices and violas very vain.
Water buffalos are not water but, buffalos big and broad.
Xylophones play music while x-rays scan your xyphoid.
Yodeling is like yelling with a little yodelayihoo.
Zenith is the top like a zebra at the zoo.