Ferrets Poems - Poems about Ferrets

Insomnia- the madman napping in the attic. Alarm clock set for a second past the ogre's hour... His greasy head resting on a burlap bag. Filling with ferrets and rats-firecrackers for teeth. The alarm goes off-he opens the bag. Laughing while injecting with red bull and meth.. He lives to plant a sluice box into your mind. Washing the last nugget...

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Black-Footed Ferrets are listed as, endangered and are the most endangered mammals, in Northern America They inhabit the grasslands of, the Northern Great Plains and are the only ferret species, native to Americas colonies Native American tribes, landowners, conservation and organizations have given the black-footed ferrets, a second chance for survival but habitat loss from, human density encroachment developments and ongoing...

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I wanted a pet, but one more unique than a bird or a dog or a cat. So I went onto Craig’s List so I could seek a ferret! Yes, I sure fancied that. I found a ferret and bought him a leash, but he’d slither away from my view. He never would keep in his own niche. Oh, boy, what was...

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My adorable one year old ferrets, so cute and kind. Full of spirit and joy, always playful and mine. They jump up and down, grabbing at each other. They weigh like two pounds. Light on their feet, they hide and run around. Laying on the ground, anticipating and waiting for the right...

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nette onclaud Contest Name PERSONIFICATION OF JANUARY Ferrets revenge January made me sadder February was very dark, March had a little madness, Ferret bit the postman aaark. Chased the Postman up the footpath, Stop ya whinging, letter carrier, Cracking stockwhip round his earbones, Flew down the footpath on his barrer. Stockwhip in me house a cracking, Ready for the burglars hey, Tie wire for a little cracker, Slice em ears...

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Blinking Like Ferrets I've been too busy the last two years to chat with anyone in the office. Today, however, I pause at the pencil sharpener while my co-workers calculate and jot. It makes no difference, you see, if I remain silent until retirement or if suddenly I start talking again. All we must remember is that we decay together, that this charade we give ourselves to doesn't require that...

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There was a dying breed outside The forest. They rose with pallor relished And true. Like rhythmic bramble they Trotted through stream, Mares and lovers gave way. Rivered with Rilke, A new day came to pass. The ferrets of the un-furrowed brow Gave brilliance to our every breathe....

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