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 from your tired life.
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 plagues and diseases, only decreases their revival
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 moment to attack.
Cute, cuddly sounds, that sound like snickers.
Long, lean bodies that are graceful and fluffy.
Round mouse ears, used to hear.
Little toes, that they use to scratch their nose.
Always cheeky, squeaky and sneaky.
Shy ferrets, ready to fly.
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 off, anyway.
Electroflied the bedroom winders,
240 volts on a nail,
When they lifting out me window,
Touches nail, hip hip hooray.
Driving up the footpath safely,
Driving nongs into the street,
Pull the stockwhip crack a few times,
Pedestrians pick up their feet.
White coat bludgers are a coming,
On walkabout, perhaps we’ll meet,
Off to see sweet brown eyed Jane
Maybe get some love so sweet.
Don Johnson
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 we speak,
that all we must do. really,
is calculate and jot.
If we calculate well,
if we jot well, the charade
will carry us through.
In the end, we'll see what is true
when blinking like ferrets
we emerge in sunlight,
gaping and gasping,
free of this maze created
by the family of man.
Donal Mahoney
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.