Long Stoats Poems
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Bevy of swans in a sea-fowl cloud,
starling mumuration,whispering aloud.
Wray of quail,where teal spring,
tiding of magpie,as larks nesting, cling.
Nightingale watch a hover of crows,
herd of wrens,hosting sparrows.
Flight of doves,lapwing deceit,
charm of finches,swallows sweet.
Kindle of kittens,knot of toads,
a yoke of oxen shed their load.
Den of snakes,skulk with fox,
shires stabled and boxed.
Business of ferrets,labour with moles,
span of mules in a string of foals.
Harrass of horse,husk of hares,
rake of colts with a stud of mares.
Drove of cattle,with a tribe of goats,
downs of sheep,pack of stoats.
Spider cluster in a thatch,
brood of game,hatched,matched
and despatched.
Lucy lisps, Lucy lisps
Lucy's tongue is in a twist
Saucy Susie sang a song
Silly Susie sang it wrong
Slinky slimy slippery snakes
Hisses kisses to their mates
Stoats stay stoic on the sand
While Willy Wagtail forms a band
Bandicoots break into a simple song
Cos Saucy Susie sang all wrong
Still standing silently in shifting sand
Sarcastic Willy said "Ain't this grand
Someone here sure is silly
And I will tell you something it's not this Willy"
Ding, Dang Dong and Bong, Bam Bing
The band was good, who would sing?
Lucy lisps, Lucy lisps
Said "I'll give it a go, can you play Let's Twist"
PS
So to add to this Lucy lisps The Twist
Then they all recalled
They did it all without a drummer
Last summer
Compliments of Chubby Checker
“We must feel glad that, for the moment, the kea has been saved to amuse us, surprise us, even annoy us and damage our property, and cheekily remind us that land was not made just for the benefit of the human race.”
– Authors Rod Morris and Hal Smith on the kea
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Endemic to New Zealand
Omnivores in harsh alpines
Smart, playful, curious bird
Parrot species endangered Kea
Delightfully curious, clever learner
Lover of new things
Waitaha gave them name
‘Guardians of the mountains’
Flying emeralds, camouflage wild
Ground nesting social lives
Vulnerable to ground predators
Stoats, possums, feral cats
Wires, power lines, cars,
Chocolate, wrappers, plastic, rubbish,
Lead, Timms traps, baits
Wrongfully persecuted Nestor notabilis
Pretty am I in this forest of green
Appreciate my eyes for I've seen what I've dreamed
Not that long ago when I was a little girl
What I had seen in my dreams made my heart twirl
To my knees I descend whilst holding out my hand
Catching the rays of the sun saying my girlhood command
For I recall in my dreams, they were not that long ago
To appear in front of me three fairies to please show
As soon as the sun touched, three fairies appeared to me
They cared for all around which made my eyes see
Something in me desired to see what they could do
A feeling of hope so young, filled my heart with true
I was taken to a clearing, amidst shrubs and flowers
Beside translucent pure, flowing among natures powers
Green laiden trees show their canopies of cover
Shadowing their below, but not one plant did cower
Everywhere I looked, I heard a rustling in the trees
Birds of coloured feathers branch hopping as they please
Insects on the wing, fluttering without a care
Whilst eyes appeared to blink, from their darkened lairs
Weasles, Stoats and Butterflies, play in blissful spy
Red Deer, Roe with their fawns, abound around I
Ripples in translucent pure, shadow from side to side
Then dart away at speed, at ease their bodies glide
I sit here in contemplation, as I recall this beautiful dream
I'm thankful to these three fairies, who were all that they seemed
They opened my eyes to see, those of a very young girl
In wonderment of this planet, that always set my heart in twirl
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-20.php
When the green snout is full
rabbits spill on the lawn.
I worry night and day,
because the stoats and the Red Tails
are at work
even in whelm and nimiety
they hack and harrow.
The young kits are many,
the sun too bright.
Foragers forgo fear,
are palpable and open,
not just
the long-eared nibblers,
the hairs on many scutters
are laid bare,
the sniffers thrive,
are prone to be pounced upon;
their thin pelts all unhidden,
and being many,
and not running,
they are huddled.
If this spill will not ease.
If the grabbers not falter,
the singled-out dither,
the glut not wither,
then the green snake
will climb a way
to the nestlings hutch;
all so easily found
and quickly snatched.
I worry for
the small brown birds,
their mottled shells
still unhatched.
In this gorge and sate;
I fret for all this new life
that has arrived too late.
Bevy of swans in a sea-fowl cloud,
starling mumuration,whispering aloud.
Wray of quail,where teal spring,
tiding of magpie,as larks nesting, cling.
Nightingale watch a hover of crows,
herd of wrens,hosting sparrows.
Flight of doves,lapwing deceit,
charm of finches,swallows sweet.
Kindle of kittens,knot of toads,
a yoke of oxen shed their load.
Den of snakes,skulk with fox,
shires stabled and boxed.
Business of ferrets,labour with moles,
span of mules in a string of foals.
Harrass of horse,husk of hares,
rake of colts with a stud of mares.
Drove of cattle,with a tribe of goats,
downs of sheep,pack of stoats.
Spider cluster in a thatch,
brood of game,hatched,matched
and despatched.