Best Habitat Poems

The gray exhaust of  twelve warm hearths
Chased the clouds into the afternoon sky.
There stood the stalwart mansion
At peace with its surroundings
And steadfast with its environs.
Beckoning an affectionate greeting
Just beyond the bridge, it appears
To give light the sublime levity
Of being a nuance of darkness.
Its façade...

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deep forest hush
sun beam on moss covered log
spotted owl calls




The spotted owl lives in old growth 
forest, and is endangered because of
loss of habitat....

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I watch the swaying brown tipped rushes
Against my cheek the gentle wind brushes
On quiet blue a dragonfly dips its feet
Landing where the sun and water meet
Blackbirds flash a wing of ruby red
Busy keeping a nest of fledglings fed
Bullfrogs with throaty voices call
Declaring  their presence...

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HABITAT FOR WILD (Satis Shroff)



The flora and fauna

have a hard time

In winter.



The white mantle

Of snow covers

The branches, buds and barks.



The owl loves winter

As it takes in all

Beings that move,

With its keen sight.



The woodpecker knows

Where the larvae and insects

Are hiding.



It's Spring,

The landscape gardeners

Have chopped all the...

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The home of mankind and makind’s favourite drink
existing in a size bigger than spain and france combined
with its new flower, a diplomatic capital of its continent
and a paradise for vegetarians having the tastiest, healthiest 
and most diverse cuisine in its regions.

It has a cycle more...

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I think your natural habitat is bed.
Although you do so nicely, 
in your kitchen, baking bread, 
and when at the dining table, 
can enjoy the cheapest red, 
still, I think your natural habitat is bed. 

You paint truly lovely pictures, 
in all colours, blue to...

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A HABITAT OF MODEL AND A MEDAL:  BAHAY KUBO

Our bahay kubo*
Is an achievement
And a dream come true
For us to dwell and live
On this simple hut
Whose inspiration I’ve drawn satisfaction
Indeed:  I had gotten: A model and a medal.

Why would I say this, a self-reverenge
A...

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You tuft-eared Lynx

Once wild and free in home habitat

You became a specimen of science

Specimen BC-03-M-02

Captured near Kamloops Canada

Caged and sent to Colorado

To sire babies and enrich gene pools.

But once released they couldn’t keep you!

You yearned for home and family

Felt an urge to trek homeward-bound

You started...

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Habitat:  Aquatic

Behold the frog pond!
And beautiful lily pads
Alive.  And bonded.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 6, 2009...

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the last tram passes away 

the boy 
who is the owner of  every parted-kite 
sits lonely on the empty bench of the park 

and makes it enlightened 

in one pocket 
he has few pieces of dry breads 

in another 
the air to play on...

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i may call it a leaflet 
i may call it a handbill
 
but don’t you notice 
a large number of gossips 
is natant in the air 

do you admit that the fuming heart 
that’s  glorifying the plate 
should be made a must-read 
for any...

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An ephemeral
loyalty of unity
divides faded pride.

Cosmopolitan
this block upon block monument
shaded by white clouds
enclaved in stains switched
mundane tirades to acclaim
that spades lisp sunk hate.

To the fortunate
the philosophies that form
the thesis relics speak.

A purge that caused the turn
Decades of archivists exhibit it 
The berth...the crane it built
Canada's...

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A young Jane liked to observe, native birds and animals
making notes, sketches, and reading zoology and ethology
Her fascination of animal behavior, and their fundamentals
has taken her back in time, to work out their chronology

Jane Goodall for many years, lived among chimpanzees
to study the primates of...

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Gardens, houses, metaled roads, no tractor and mower
Speed limit grows in reverse, bigger and slower
Brick and concrete slowness teks ower
Sixty, forty, to thirty, where does it stop ?
Down to twenty wi’ houses on top

The infrastructure is little
Planners and government fickle
Greenbelt is pointless and brittle
Farmers berated...

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a
long
fragile
spidery
silver threadlike street
crossing in nature's G.P.S.
like those swinging bridges in gentle wafting breezes
temporary avenues to more hospitable environmental habitat

written January 3, 2022...

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