Long Animal nature Poems
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Once there was a dream, of green spring meadows
Bouncing rabbits munching on dandelions yellow
Through the tall grass, a civilization scurries
All looking in delight, for their next meal in a hurry
Birds chirp pleasantly, filling the air with glee
While red and brown squirrels, eat acorns on tall trees
Butterflies take flight through the fresh air
Sweet baby deer, glance around and stare
And then came a rain storm, and at once they all fleed
To shelters built up right out of debris
And when the sun shone again, new flowers agrew
Such admirable colors in the meadow all through
Then the rain dryed, and again all was well
Rays of sunshine clearing away the hell
Before darkness set upon the tranquil sight
To all of the animals, may they be wished good night
I love to sit and watch the Roosevelt Elk for hours. The Roosevelt Elk named for Theodore Roosevelt, it's my favorite animal in the wild. They are the largest of the four remaining North American elk subspecies. They are beautiful, majestic creatures that walk with their head up high with pride. They stand as tall as a horse. The male elk carries a beautiful set of dark brown, tipped in cream antlers. Their antlers reach lengths of up to four feet with a distinctive three-point tip, or crown at the end depending on the age of the elk. They use the eye guards on the horns when running through brush by lowering their heads. The antlers have several purposes, most related to mating, as a weapon against their foe, and the antlers are shed each year.
Even though they have a heavy scent of musk they can pick up a scent carried hundreds of yards away if the wind is blowing their direction.
Their coat is thick and soft, with longer hair on the chest and shoulders of sable color, with a light brown body, and a cream-colored rump and no tail. Their coats make it a habitat for fleas because their coat is thick and soft, it enables them to sneak through a thicket when they hear your nylon or denim clothes rake against a bush.
They feed on a variety of grass as, plants, leaves, bark, and including highbush cranberry, elderberry, devil's club blueberries, mushrooms, lichens, and salmonberries.
They engage in ritualized mating behaviors during the rutting season to have their own harem. The mating involves in posturing, urinating, tossing turf and fighting with their antlers, and bugling, a loud series of vocalizations which establishes dominance over other males and attracts females.
The Roosevelt Elk, a beautiful, majestic creature, which lives in the wide-open land with tall grass, under the canopy of Douglas -fir, cedar, and old growth stands.
5/9/2018
Soft brown eyes
Saucers of compassion
Whispered on my heart
Where sentiments remind me
She vibrates with warmth
Gentle hugs of kindness
Reflected in her eyes
They bleed tears of sorrow
When I refuse to listen
To the bawling of her longings
Huge yearnings of sincerity
Breathe psalms of inspiration
Praises of the One who created
Both cow and human, knowing
Intimately, their inner workings
Love is the only word
Worthy of this special bond
Between Miss Betsy and me
The heart who sees through
To color my hope in serenity
Love brings two hearts close
When nothing else can see
The penetrating grace that comes
Between two who know personally
The connection of hope and faith
A light, consoling and calming,
Brightens the moments in hues
Of sparkling, shining inspiration
Found within a heart who praises
Through the music of silent affection
“She is only a cow” are words I don’t doubt
But, to me, she is a cow who loves
And, that, I’m completely sure of!
May God bless His beautiful creatures
As they bless the hearts who care for them
With sincere affection and generosity
Love that cares more than words can say
“She is only a cow”
Yet, she is a cow I adore!
SCURRY OF SQUIRRELS
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whiskered forest kings with furry, fluffy crown
their tiny paws, a blur racing up the ancient oak
ears perk as they gather nuts, sun warming their backs
a scurry of squirrels forms within the ancient oak
their tails a-twitch, their paws a-tap upon the bark so old
they chatter of buried treasures hidden ‘til days turn cold
the oak, a sentinel, stands strong and tall,
a witness to their chattering all day long
it knows of their hoarding, keeping safe their winter’s secret store
moonrise nears, and darkness falls
the squirrels disperse with whispered calls,
their meeting ended for another day
A-gile she walks,
taking stock of
every step her
B-rashness emitted
in
her long stride
C-at is a coy and
confident girl and
the
D-oves have a reason
to fear her
E-very bird from
Blue
Jays to Sparrows
avoid their
F-eline foe when she
is in the yards
G-rasses are tall
this season and she
waits
H-idden in the
esters, purple
fountains or
I-nside the shadows
of the tall Lavender
and
J-asmine
K-nowing they can’t
see her she
L-ies in wait
M-y kitty will leave
Nothing to chance,
she doesn’t move
while they’re in the
O-pen air she
stares
and studies her
P-rey for hours
Q-uietly she stalks
them, she’s deep in
the grass like a
R-econ mission in
war,
S-he seizes the
moment
T-actfully, silently
gets on her haunches
and
U-nleashes her body
like a rocket
V-ictory! Victory!
She
Won a sparrow for
her prize.
X-Mas! she
Y-elps, it’s like
X-Mas!, and she
lays her kill to the
ground and
celebrates with
great
Z-est.
8-27-14 for
Abcedarian Contest
Life On The Inside
As the trees whisper words of wisdom,
The wolf lies below and howls,
To the Raven high in branches above,
Their spirits entwined beyond the visible
raven caws from the highest tree
bringing news of the territory
beneath laddered branches green
wolf listens patiently, ready
Across the meadows' silent in night
A lone white owl hunts her prey
The mouse scurries below in crystal snow
No escape for him from her deadly array
Arrow straight, towering tall
with soft evergreen leaves
shelter fur and lofty feather
time tested, giving life to all
See with divine light
Shine on brightly the way
Learn through divine knowledge
Be quiet not, have your say
10~July~2017
For Jan's collaboration contest
Look! Can you see? Out of the window?
Snowflakes are falling, white blankets are forming.
Patience, little one,
Soon it will be quilted and quiet.
Not far away, three small mammals are doing their sleeping:
The dormouse, pipistrel and the solitary hedgehog -
Mystical prickled pig of the hedgerow.
Ssh, she's away with the fairies.
Snug in her nest, may her slumbers be blessed.
One in a million,
She's a spherical urchin
Curled tight on a cushion of twigs.
Hedgehog is dreaming, snuffling,
To chobble on tanklements of millipede and earwig.
No, no, no!
No mediaeval harbinger of doom -
She's a bristly broom,
Self-anointed by toad skin and poo,
She brushes in spring anew.
And in the half-lit, moonlit summers,
Her little donnies will write spells -
Not ‘ills’, with her quills,
As trails of silvered cursive script
In the glistening ink of snails -
Near nanny’s pots and pails on the patio.
Later, little one,
Her thorny needles will stitch cobwebs of autumn
Between the railings on the hill,
Knitting together a tapestry of seasons.
Shapeshifting.
Bewitching.
The birds that had soared to the south
Catching salty raindrops in their mouth
Have flown back to where the flower grows
But I'll miss the snowflakes on my nose
As I watch them fly in rows and rows
Melt away the frost that glitters
On fir tree branches full of critters
The lake will change it's solid matter
Thawing to water in ice's shatter
Sly fox emerges from her den
Pups following and frolicking again
Squirrels fly from top to forest floor
Gather acorns two by two, four by four
A spring chore for a feast galore
Melt away the frost that glitters
On fir tree branches full of critters
The lake will change it's solid matter
Thawing to water in ice's shatter
Little bear wakes up from hibernation
Still hazy yawns from dream vacation
Stretching limbs after a winters sleep
Lying in the vines where ivy's creep
The sun's lost warmth now felt so deep
July 7, 2022
The time between seasons Poetry contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
Here is a poem I wrote (photo's of THE LADY, chicken,
on my Instagram account daisymeadows2023. Photo's
by @leebrewin)
THE LADY (the chicken) - MY FEATHERY FRIEND
THE LADY
I wake up in the morning,
In the eglu, warm and safe from harm,
I will cluck along until you let me out,
Lee, you don't need an alarm!!
LEE
*It's The Lady!! ", I said,
But just let me have 5 more minutes please,
To rest my weary head!!
Then I will let you out,
Even though you got me out of bed!!
I will set you free,
To roam around the garden,
Where you keep me company.
You like to go foraging,
And I feed you mealworms,
Then you go dustbathing,
To protect your feathers from germs.
THE LADY
Later, you go back inside your home,
I jump up at the window,
Won't you let me in??
Lee looks shocked, standing there,
And smiles with a grin.
LEE (goes back outside)
Wondering around the garden together,
Being outdoors and free,
Enjoying the fresh air,
The Lady and me.
Don't worry, my feathery friend,
You won't end up in a stew,
I will protect you,
And look after you.
THE LADY
So grateful,
To be looked after by you,
Having warmth, food and freedom,
Just to say,, "Thank you,"
In my eglu nest,
I lay an egg or 2,
Happy days!!
Young Portunidae,
tiny paddles,
rotating
full speed;
your motor blades,
making waves.
Sun-radiated
psychedelic,
dyed waves
glinting;
shimmering
liquid Crayola
color box
are the
waters mirroring
your elegance.
Note: The lovely Blue Crab is a member of the family of crabs known as the Portunidae; a swimming crab with hind legs similar to paddles. They are caught and eaten in many places. Often they are crushed or killed by passing cars, as they feed on mangrove leaves. Now they face possible extinction. https://chesapeakebay.noaa.gov/fish-facts/blue-crab