Best Wildlife Poems
In the valley of tall golden fire, I rest
listening to the sound of the earth heartbeat.
Africa's eastern breath presses its cheek against mine
as I bask and savor the exotic serene moment.
I listen and watch at the tapestry of wildlife gather,
a world of tranquil beauty.
Together we forge a strong valley,
but still a world of survival; nowhere is truly safe.
4/30/2019
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Spring sneaks through our path in the wake of
hints still left from winter. Snow white pillows have been shoved
and scattered. Timeless treasures of floral engagement blooms,
earthy perfume plants still entering into our world.
Twill nightfall's and an ocean of abstract wildlife
settle for the night or feed under the moonlight.
The early starlet sun rises with hints of scarlet blush
and the pop warmth of tangerine glowing gloss.
I crawled out of my warm sleeping bag and small tent
reborn from a good night's sleep; into a picturesque
cool, and crisp morning on the craters rim
to a view of the cobalt blue lake and hot spring.
12/26/2018
In spring we come out to see life,
out from our long cold winter's nap.
Bears are so loving not wildlife.
Love can be grand.
I am your big fun bear asap,
you are my fury playful wife,
I love to see you in gift-wrap.
Tonight we need some fun nightlife,
eating fish not from a flytrap,
using my big claws not a knife,
Love can be grand.
We see but grey where once was green
As bulldozers now scrape,
Turning a joyful rural scene
Into joyless landscape.
The area was green-belt land
With forest and pasture
But as our numbers still expand
We will invade nature.
And so that farmland must give way
To high profit housing.
Farming that land has had its day.
Let the plunder begin.
First rip up each ancient hedgerow,
Take living loam away.
Make space for luxury homes to go.
The wildlife then must stray.
Nests and burrows can play no part
As man now owns this space.
The construction work now can start
And big profits then chase.
Soon building projects in full swing.
The stream that filled the pond
Diverted to concrete piping
In culvert underground.
Aquatic habitats destroyed.
Frogs, toads and newts homeless.
Many wildlife species now void.
But man could not care less.
Under the spell of Autumn and twilight
we encounter a pair of deer
their delicate forms
in soft shades of grey
poised for flight
a still life
We linger, transfixed until instinct
overtakes, and they flee.
All we take is a memory.
Wildlife 9
An amazingly ugly gnu,
Once stopped on the plains for a poo,
A lion went past
And was almost aghast
So he ran off whilst yelling "Ker....phew"!
Wildlife 39
A rampant and agile young filly,
Was blatantly acting quite silly,
A young colt cried "Neigh!"
"Now just stay away!"
"And get your hoof off of my willie!!"
Wildlife in the yard
By Franklin Price
6/16/2015
Wildlife in the yard
Insects birds all in between
To see hear and touch
An angry squawking sound outside
Disturbed the rural peace.
I thought some crazy bird was perched,
His cry a mad release.
Instead, I stared a squirrel down;
His tail was all a'twitch
As he emitted clucking sounds
At quite a fevered pitch.
Between each dozen chirrups,
He let out a plaintive moan.
The message, loud and clear to me,
Was "Leave my turf alone!"
In all my years I never have
Encountered such a creature.
The real surprise was learning
Squirrels had that vocal feature.
I wondered if perhaps he had
A scary case of rabies;
Or possibly, he was a she,
Protecting squirrel babies.
In any case, I went inside
And left him to his squawking.
I hope he'll scamper far away
Before I go out walking!
Deep into the chambers of her heart,
Lies a dark secret,
Yes, she was a wildfire.
Creatures
winds and wildlife
giving the evolution time
creatures big and small
are appalled
but are so tall
to evolve and resolve
the call
the lakes and mountains
raise little fountains
spitting out the unknown
thrown to the highest place
the ice lenders
and the pretenders
depend on the mist
the mighty fist hits the grasses
the sun brightly glares
the stormy weather
lost forgotten endeavor
a voyage to where ever
the flowers grin in anticipation
sending us ecliptic messages
lost staircase of farness
captured with dearness
do not fear us
this is just
endomorphic electric
metamorphoses of literature
scriptures and pastures
let alone with one thousend dictators
masters and creators of the universes
Written tonuhalan/6/4/06/thur.
Little helper of fur,take your kitty under your wing.
He was lost,now is found.
Broken leg took off the ground.
Nestled embrace.
Kitty carried to the door.
Exercise complete.
We train no more.
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Kacey Greenlee
Wrote this about the inhumanity of man and corporate progress.
The mowing was stopped by the frog on the hop
The frog in the grass, so the mowing did stop
The privets well, they just grew and grew
I don't break birds eggs and no chicks do I kill
The digging did stop when a worm I did see
Worms look best whole, don't you agree
This is just Scott's philosophy
Wild life is sacred, well its sacred to me
But the men with bulldozers, they don't give a damn
When they build their new slip road across the farm land
The seventeen oak trees they sawed to the floor
The chicks and the birds eggs, well they were no more
Its illegal to kill chicks if you know they are there
But the construction officials, they do not care
The road has to go where it says on the charts
So they slaughter the wildlife. The men with no hearts
Before the sun is fully up
Beside the window with my cup
I watch them come on silent wings
Those wild, beautiful, little things.
Each day they visit more and more
The feeder by my cabin door
Small clans of tiny Chickadees
Fluttering in by twos and threes
Rush to the feeder, then they search
Pecking and flitting perch to perch.
Moving too quickly to decide,
Their actions have me mystified.
A Chickadee does nothing straight,
He'll make a dash, then hesitate,
It's funny how his body works
In little pauses, little jerks.
He pecks, and suddenly departs
His flight is full of stops and starts.
He's up, he's down, then zig and zag
Like bird and breeze are playing tag.
Just as quick, on a sudden whim,
(Who can say what comes over him)
He'll stop - it's time to sit and sing.
This wild, whimsical, little thing.
He swoops up over hills of air
And turns sharp corners that aren't there,
So quick to move, then quickly pause
I think he lives like this because
That's the way he's put together,
A speck of life, of flesh and feather.
Yet, through the raging winter storm
With nothing much to keep him warm,
Beneath a wing, his head will rest
The fire in that small wild breast
Defies the frost the cold night brings
And with the dawn, he wakes and sings.
From tales and legends, I would guess,
We've filled a fabled wilderness
With sounds of nature in the raw
As brutes do battle tooth and claw
In some harsh land of ice and snow
Where most of us don't care to go.
But the wild call that beckons me
Is a soft sweet song, chickadee-dee-dee.
I lie dead and broken and crushed by the road
and the crows make a meal of my eyes
I no longer wander the trails in the bush
there's no one who mourns me or cries
And all who pass by are repulsed by the sight
and the smell that hangs on in the air
where once I was handsome and vibrant with life
my little ones now must despair
The thing I did wrong was to cross the big road
alone on a dark Summer's night
and the last thing I saw as I ran for my life
was the blazing of oncoming light
I was everything wild, I was everything free
I was lizard and emu and roo
I was betong and wombat and numbat and quoll
I was eagle and black cockatoo
So next time you see me all battered and torn
lying still under brilliant blue skies
don't see me as something grotesque and misformed
with the spark of life gone from my eyes
Look back and remember the way that I was
before my eyes dimmed in the light
and next time you travel rest up before dark
and slow down when driving at night
From my PDF book "Bush Ballads and Bulldust"