Scurries Poems - Poems about Scurries

...He knows he has to run; it’s imperative. He sprints down a trail, passing tall pines on both sides. His eyes dart everywhere around himself as he surveys every large rock or bush that he goes d......

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...A chipmunk scurries it's cheeks bulging, filled with seeds treasured gifts of spring!......

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...A soft breeze blows a leaf It scuttles and scurries across the porch Brown and shriveled, looks a bit like an oak leaf Dead, yet still able to move in the wind I can hear another hearty gale from......

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...I find that as I stroll along I fall into reflection A wading pond of memories So fond of memories am I Each step, an effervescent whim ......

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...a handful a heartful but what part is the truth dissolved and discarded like salt in your soup and you can never get it back even if you wanted to because you simply don't want it back. it f......

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...The grown Dove searches for mud to disparage its mother who granted them this pure white. Lord endow me with divine purpose, help dry this dirt on the earth a brown ocean, swelling, percolating.......

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...Complete rapture as hurricane Milton impose upon the the animals while storks fish for dinner florida ducks cling to drift wood as a tiny baby alligators scurries across the waters edge t......

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...~ The fog, it clings the heavens low, a damp and murky sight Where creaking branch and fears bestow, this chilly autumn night The path it winds, a serpentine, a' slither 'lon......

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...Trinkets sparkling in the crisp night air. Begging watchers' eyes feast on heavenly fare. All is quiet, save soft symphonies of leg and wing. Nocturnal notes, chittering. Moisture from the st......

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...My cat Anna She likes to slide Anna Banana Coming in wide Riding on the slimy peel Paws stained bright yellow Chasing after her next meal Furry white mouse fellow Stopping short, missi......

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...My cat eats food. Not all at once like he would prefer. Late at night, he scurries back for more. Standing by a lake. It’s frozen. Snow is frozen too, but softer. Is it a lake anymore? If it i......

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...White Thunder Hawk is her native name She rides her horse across the plains Her favorite spot is sacred ground She will pray with faith on holy mound Just before the sun will rise See the re......

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...Not lost, but merely seek, knowledge and understanding. Both of the natural world and my mind’s space and time. What insignificant thoughts will push worries away, occupying that space, and ......

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...The Gift By – Roger White Each year, there is moment when I must sit alone in the dark dread of a cold winter night before I gather with family in the glow of a toasty fireplace. It is a mo......

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...Robins seem to enjoy my yard Awaiting the coolness of dewed mornings To awaken the wriggling worms A seasonal offering favored by the feathered ones Dandelion waiters tend to the color and flav......

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