Zebra was reading up on other foods
He had heard that veggies put you in good moods
Grasses are what we eat his father said.
Put down that book and go to bed.
Zebra was fascinated by the diet stuff.
He read about sweet sugars, sure enough.
I would like some pie and cake, and maybe meat.
You already have plenty of marvelous grasses to eat!
Come on Dad, give me some new stuff, okay?
His Daddy bought him some bakery stuff that day.
Zebra did not like any of it, and guess what, hark!
He went back to devouring leaves, twigs, plants and bark.
What can we do to avoid further mess
as our indulgent ways cause climate stress?
Seems we’ve a problem with our livestock gas,
the methane from the digestion of grass.
With see-o-two it joins there in the blue
and making much worse mankind’s evil brew.
Is it not time that we stop eating meat
and change to a climate friendly diet?
Perhaps we longer be carnivore
and return to our roots as herbivore.
It is a two-faced herbivore whose nose is in its feed-bag
While it still eats from the manger with others around the flag.
12.1.2022
No comments, please!
Things you know not about a carnivore
Are many like the goods in hoarder’s store,
Some of them quick at baring the skin pore,
Some much harder than Steel or Iron Ore,
Still some knowledge you could pick from walked floor...
To start with, it adores its ugly jaw,
With it readily breaking The Law;
First, a prey seizing with its cursed paw:
Mostly, The Unsuspecting Herbivore,
Though, does as much to Weaker Carnivore,
Left-over from the quick meal An Eyesore,
Normal Man, who this in their theatre saw,
To himself a calming glass of gin pour,
His safety double or make times four:
If there’s an escaping boat find its oar
None speedily build a hut with tough door!
Each carnivores enjoys just going to war
But finishing of its target quite core…
Each carnivore is A Bastard or Whore!
In the Garden, Adam and Eve
ate only fruits and green leaves
An herbivore, man was meant to be
Today, mostly carnivores we see
Our sins changed our natures
We lust after burning desires
For us to return to the Garden
Messiah! Please come today and inspire
Witchcraft fruits shrivelled gorillas' brains
Wrinkled spectral charm fire scarred apportionment
Wary growl sharp lip foretell malefactor debauchery
Overcome in jungle rummage, fur maimed
Leather crevice herbivore hand final resign
Claimed by human biscuit boned, rifle of dominance
Cunning stealth shadowed charcoal fervour obvious
Conquer given, victor's triumph misaligned
1st February
Inspiration from
Eric Duthie edited ' Wild Company '
published 1962.
Story - Gorilla Hunter by Paul de Chaillu
Green turtles are listed as, endangered
and are mainly found, in tropical and sub-tropical sea oceans
they are one of the largest sea turtles, to have ever embraced our oceans
and are the only Sea Turtle herbivore, and a great sea ocean mentor
Green turtles graze on seagrasses, that helps maintain beds of seagrass
and when they have digested, going to the dunny release’s vital nutrients
for many species of plants and animals, as they thrive with stimulants
and seagrass beds are nurseries, for species to amass their social class
Sea turtles need beaches for nesting, but humans are encroaching
and they harvest their eggs, and hunt the adults for greedy investing
Coastal development, vehicle beach traffic, and other human activities
are destroying sea turtle nesting, and climate change is male declining
A tall lanky lug named Gary Giraffe
Acted so awkward he made others laugh.
He never reacted or even to mind,
For Gary seemed to be much too refined.
Gary the gangly, sweet spotted Giraffe
Drank water from a cracked golden carafe.
Some snarling zoo neighbors felt he was odd,
Perhaps an arrogant herbivore clod.
Still, Gary sipped his carafe at the zoo
As an elite giraffe is wont to do.
For giraffe health he did as he ought-er
Never failing to drink his spring water.
Though Gary’s carafe made hyenas laugh
Zoo lions roared loudly for Gary Giraffe.
RUGOPS
ravenous rugops
roars repeatedly running ~
rhabdodon retreats
STARS
silver specks shimmer
spectacular shining spheres ~
solar system stars
TREKKING
trekking the terrain
through the tranquil trodden trail ~
'tween thorny thistles
Written 22 July 2020
For Let The Pens Flow, Alliteration Poetry Contest.
Sponsored By Jenish Somadas
(Rugops - carnivore, Rhabdodon - herbivore
Both dinosaurs from Cretaceous period.)
The Phoenix is unique.
This gentle herbivore has magical powers
Which people seek.
Let's look at it's physique.
It has a scarlet colored swan body, autumn colored
Feathers that softly glow in the dark, and a
Peacock tail that is hot to the touch no matter
What the hour.
The Phoenix is unique.
It's tears when they leak
Can help a person in any dire situation so that
Not even death can lay hold to devour
Which people seek.
It's song pierces ones soul in a mystique
Way so that it encourages good and strikes fear
In evil in less than a half hour.
The Phoenix is unique
For no one can tweak
A feather mixed with unicorn hair or dragon
Heart string core when put in a wand it gives
The owner superior power
Which people seek.
This long living bird in its last minutes has its
Feathers fall out looking like a plucked
Poultry making strange noises before bursting
In to flames at the eleventh hour making life
Seem bleak.
Wait! Look! Out of the ashes has come a new
Bird that in a couple of days will be back to
Normal size with all its magical powers at
Their peak far away from any man made
Towers.
The Phoenix is unique
Which people seek.
Soot on LA highway signs. Billboard of you,
a real estate agent. All endeavor slides
toward inertia, extinction, forgetfulness.
It’s very tropical. Vegetation invades
the house unless constant inputs of joy
apply. The scientist in you feels the
great ape in you. The great ape feels
death growing wide. What about work?
I devote my present to my future existence.
In what way, in what sense
does one continue to resist. As
a dessicated cell, a mole of elements,
an ancient’s aura, a daguerreotype-like
shadow on a sidewalk, persistent headache,
paleolithic herbivore, potential energy, will.
Some wake up and pray, say thanks for
another day. Others curse their luck, stale breath,
the very thought of the rosy dawn makes them ill.
Lonely as leaf fall.
Nature knows no pity or self-pity
according to antiquity, the roof soot of the city.
I admire fire, tools and ore. Agriculture.
Cities, empire. Trading and taking (war).
Numbers, counting, writing. Libraries, discoveries, zero.
And the single-minded universe
that’s only a paper moon
without your love.
Skies were gray again,
another day of rain falling constant without end
but the cottontail buck bunny made his way
through the wet bending grass on display
to find the clover patch for which he prayed.
The little herbivore nibbled and he chewed
all the while in observant surroundings he viewed,
first the green leaf shamrocks eaten voraciously in repeat
then a momentary pause before the greater treat
the flowered blossoms white and sweet.
As the rain slowed with clouds oft and behind
he found himself in delight, happy with his find,
and stood on his hind legs to clean his face of its reward
and with the swift energy he now stored
he kicked the ground and in the air he soared.
With an energetic twist and leap
he rose high flicking head and feet
his jump and twist and run binking
exuded joy and fun without blinking
then quick away from the clover patch he danced.
The Fox Trox and THE DANCING CHILD - -
See the Fox who trox
Sees the dancing child and wants to box
He finds it hard to dance with her wiggles
Overshadowed by the dances they giggles
Who is that watching near the pink
I think he'd like to eat me the fox I think
But he’s but a fun boy
Admired as he just dances for joy
Her empty stomach givers and shakes
It needs for food it runs on cake
She's not alone she brings a suede
The pet fox and lots of palisade
The fox likes to dance also
Especially the fox trots cause he's a herbivore
He loves dancin girl shudders the fox
Fox wants to dance but she wants to fox trot
3/21/19 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
THE DANCING CHILD and The Fox Trox- -
See the dancing child
She's a very antsy little dancing child
She finds it hard to see the giggles
Overshadowed by the dances squiggles
Who is that watching near the pink
I think she'd like to eat me think
She is but a fun girl
Admired as she sits upon a shirl
Her empty stomach givers and shakes
It needs for food it runs on cake
She's not alone she brings a suede
A pet fox and lots of palisade
The fox likes to dance also
Especially the fox trots cause he'a herbivore
The dancin girl shudders at the fox
Fox wants to leave but she wants to fox trot
3/21/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Three wishes I want from someone,
Neither for me nor for my loved one,
Though, my wishes are bit weird,
Irrelevant, drivel and awkward.
Three wishes I want for honeybees sure,
One cart to carry them from one field to another,
With a siphon pump and honey collector,
No need to swell their bellies with the nectar.
I am very greedy I can’t stop here,
But, my dependence won’t let me to gear,
Next time certainly I will ask for more,
For some other corporeal may be herbivore or carnivore.
22/10/2018
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