Best Tailed Poems

He was mighty as could be venturing down by the sea,
revered as the king soaring over his golden throne-
He was respected yet felt neglected and could never see,
all the beauty he held and sadly felt so lost and alone. 

Self-respect, he had some but always...

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*SILVER TAILED FOX*

silver tailed fox
running from silent trigger
trampled and fell---


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the grasshopper
hops along the fern, 
with long legs---


by;p.d....

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fork-tailed azure crown 
breed wolfs down trumpet creepers
they dive bomb red kites


Date created : 17 August 2020
 
NB
Trumpet vine / creepers nectar source for voracious bird.
Dive bomb as in bluff for deterring other species....

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Perched, waiting, still
He swoops with swift precision
Red tail fanned in flight
His cry announcing intent
See the beauty in this flight......

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Randy the ring-tailed raccoon
Had a very funny smell
And if you ever smelled him
You would run away pell-mell.
All of the other raccoons
Held their noses, called him names.
They were not nice to Randy,
Played him for the fool in games.
Then one frosty Christmas Eve
Santa said to him
"Randy with...

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Soaring high above the grassy terrain,
Which renders much more than daily grain.
The waving grass is inviting me aground,
But cautiously first I'll just look around.

Effortlessly floating aloft on thermal air,
I soar in large circles as below I stare.
A running Titmouse having now caught my eye,
has given...

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Good morning my wild and bushy tailed cat
Sometimes I wonder where you're at
You strut the streets so silently
Seeking where your prey might be

You shine above all other cats
Cause neither they know where you're at
You live your life just like a king
An image so proud to...

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Screeching in the wind 
Perched high around the bend….
Field mouse met his end...

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Samantha gave her Daddy a disdainful look
He’s been out again with that ripper old chook
He’s been acting all gaga, the silly old fool
Isn’t it disgusting the way that men drool
Well maybe the oldies, ain’t’ got that long
So he’s having a naughty and singing his song
Dating...

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in the strong heart society there is one known as the buffalo eye. do the sweat lodge ceremony to speak with the stone turtle. you will see the Lakota sun dance at first light with the canupa. All my relatives... walk the red road, listen...

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John was invited to participate in the sweat lodge ceremony.
You may or may not experience your vision quest.
He had no preconceived ideas but enjoyed his Apache friends.
A bit of peyote put him into another realm.
He shapeshifted, becoming a red-tailed hawk.
He flew to the top of...

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Fluffy tailed performers
Chitter chatter among themselves
No one listening, everyone slathering
Juicy gossip 

Taking daring fifteen foot leaps and dives
From magnificent heights, barely landing on
Tiny branches.

Flinging themselves with wild abandon
And oodles of faith into the air, flipping and
Swirling. Contortionists.

Sliding up trunks the way others slide down.
Landing with...

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The bar-tailed godwit
caught birddom by surprise
When word got out
just how far this bird flies

A juvenile Limosa lapponica,
satellite tag 2-3-4-6-8-4
flew nonstop from Alaska
to the Tasmanian shore!
13,560 kilometers nonstop,
eleven days and nights
A new world record for
marathon bird flights

"From Alaska to Tasmania?
The devil, you say!"
cried ravens and crows,
"Every...

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Sun slowly dipping in a springtime sky;
the wind's blowing and the pine boughs tossing.
From their warm, peaceful beds the meek and shy,
walk down to the river; and the crossing.

To the fields above, and forage a meal;
prance in the meadows; eyes and ears moving
Hear Blue Jay's...

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Staring onto the blanks of skin depths,
I might as well fake for forsake.
Bright eyed and brushy tailed,
Hidden in the mask of despair.
Abandoned quiets of youthfulness,
juggling with lives apse.
"Hush, speak no more.
You ain't my reign,
nor am I interested in lame."
A beginner's mind, which I am not...

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