Cub Poems - Poems about Cub

What Every Cub Fan has a Right to Expect

       In April, the Chicago Cubs almost always play Scrappy ~

          Come late July, their 'S's' fall off and then they play Crappy

An Editor Grills a Cub Reporter

“You got the goldfish interview, as asked?”
“I did, sir, but he lacked the wherewithal
to answer me coherently, I fear.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? The fishing section
is looking pretty thin. You showed up masked?”
“Of course I did. That goldfish flu’s no joke.
He said he’s scared of casual infection.”
“Your killer question, then? Your master stroke?”
“What is the

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Bear Cub and Butterfly

Blinking away the last vestiges of slumber,
the cub takes a few tentative steps,
her paws sinking into the soft,
loamy soil.
With each cautious movement,
she pauses,
her small nose twitching,
as she samples the myriad of scents,
that permeate the forest.
The world beyond the den,
is a wondrous tapestry of sights,
sounds, and sensations,
and the cub's dark eyes shine with a curious, innocent

Cub with Mom

     Cub with Mom

                 Soft- skinned snow white Mom- sheep
                  wth its cub in deep sleep.

  

Foxy Tale

Hey  fox cub whaur will ye play the day?  

The forest floor is covered in bronze an gold  

leaf hiding youngsters like you from harm 

.Dinae wander far frae yer den .siblings and mother, 

stay close little one theres a storm coming. 

 (c)Andrew Mcintyre.

Bear Cub Return

baby bear comes back
                 playing around in the trees
               scratched bark and bear hugs


Heidi Sands

7/19/22

* This is the second time since the wildfire, the cub

A Cub Fan and a Bud Man

Too blind to play baseball
  Too soft for football
Too slow for basketball
  No future in sports at all

Those who can't do, teach
  Those who can't teach, announce
He broadcast games for the White Sox and Cubs
  When he wasn't out tapping a keg in a pub...

A microphone in one hand
  A

Grandad's Tiger Cub

My back upon the bed, night's thickening dissolves. Awake, eyes open.
I see him lying  high, the silhouette of head, glint eye, arched back, 
tail hangs down black- tipped, black-striped, pale background,
dawn revealing furry, fire-tipped orange.
Perfectly still. He does not move. He has not moved since fading of last year, 
and now January is here,

Polar Bear Mama

She held on for the sake of her cub.
Who held on with her for many days.
The iceberg got smaller and smaller.
She knew her cub would not make it.
She tossed him into the ocean first.
Joining him at the bottom soon after.
Glad it was over.

Cub Continental

Business has been a little slow
But my wife really wanted to go out to eat,
wanted to go for a real treat,
Started to worry, become a little mental 
My wife wanted to go the club continental
Then I felt a little frustration 
So I took her out to the local bus station

Big Mama Bear - Just a Cub Continued:

Continued:

So, there I was on the porch standing in shock 
This Big Mama Bear sitting right in front of me
On her butt on the grass!  Just feet away!
I thought something was wrong with her
It was a hot day, she was breathing heavy
I tried to open the door a little to get a photo 
But

Just a Cub

I was relaxing on the deck when I heard the rustle in the trees
I turned around to see my visitor friend standing on my lawn
Looking at me a bit, before turning around to go out back
So, I followed in a rush through the house to get another look
I stepped onto the side porch to look

To An Injured Fox Cub - With Thanks To Michael Coy

Today I found you cornered, drenched in cold,
your fur coat nothing but a newborn's down,
a tiny ball unfolding while I hold
you shivering. Your lacerations frown

and at a distance, I can see the why
of your abandonment, the birds of prey.
I’ve saved you, but you’re causing me to cry:
serrated weapons, Nature’s passion-play,

as blood-attracted sharks, still circling, wait:
I

Bear Let's Roar of Finding Her Cub

Bear let's roar of finding her cub

My brain pockets readily packed
Of finding my baby in the cracks
Bear let's roar of finding her cub
Through side roads, trees and shrubs

My rambling thoughts keep me awake
As I keep driving with the heartache
My eyes see all the neon and lights
Crying the sights of young girls of night

Along the highway

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