Short Pounces Poems
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Here I stand on shaking ground
The lion pounces,
knocks me down
Up from the ground
I stand, and then
the lion knocks me down again.
Form:
searching yellow eyes
fast, agile, hunts by surprise ~
elite sparrowhawk
this bird hunter waits
it pounces, pigeon's death knell ~
nature is brutal
as the wind blows,one
acorn shakes loose from the oak;
the squirrel pounces
04-19-2021
Contest: Haiku
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
hunt of the tiger...
slow pace;keen smell and claws out
it pounces on prey.
Name:Olusegun Arowolo;season:farolitos or aki;category:doobutsu;10/30/11
contest:"strictly Haiku"
Sweet Lemmy’s a cute pussy cat,
bright coloured balls he loves to pat,
cat treats he adores,
he’s fast on his paws,
and pounces like an acrobat.
08/24/20
The royal cat nips from staring morning glories drunkenly pounces
Minutes seem long as hours, hours as ages,
Await meeting beloved,
Needles of the clock freeze !
Eyes stare at rendezvous, unending wait ,
Sudden adrenaline gush,
Heart pounces, blush on face !
Written on 6/7/14
Kimo- 10/7/6
Awarded HM
My tabby cat,
sprawls on the floor,
to catch a rat.
Her eyes gleam bright,
in dark like stars.
a hunter's night.
She flicks her tail
and quickly leaps
keen not to fail.
pounces on rat,
catches her prey,
drags to the mat.
Like
tigers,
cats stalk their
prey waiting for
the perfect moment
to pounce. Intense focus
is required for success in
the kill. The fierce cat crouches low
and with a butt wiggle he pounces,
the catnip mouse unaware of danger.
6/15/21
< amidst .... apple tree
black bear .... pounces limb
cubs wait .... below
Entry For
Andrea Dietrich's
Fall Animal Haiku Contest
G.L. All
Better at hiding- KIB
Imbued in vast ocean of grief,
as emotions dig deep ;
Heart pounces on my soul,
I bid adieu to a great dad ;
Tears scroll down in miffed sleep ...
Lunar tides go tranquil.
For “Keep it brief” poetry contest
Sponsor- nette onclaud
Written August 5, 2019
A tree spider sat waiting
in the hollow of a trunk
in ambush for her prey
by stealth she would eat
no web just camouflage
patiently she waits
along came a lizard
she pounces on it
Darting with her sting
which starts dissolving
the flesh of her prey
she happily sups
contest: Along Came A Spider written 06/02/2013
The cat crawls
The cat growls
Fustration, preadation
Fishy, fishy swimming in the tank
Come fishy, fishy I won't hurt
The cat crouches
The cat pounces
Fishy, fishy you are mine
My, oh, my you look divine
The cat sleeps
Not a peep
Fishy, fishy you tassted good
You didn't scream
Like I thought you would
Where has it gone?
The spring of our youth...
The autumn of middle age rapidly steals away our mobility,
and the harsh winter of old age pounces on us like a cat on a frightened mouse.
We have so few moments on this earth... Like dandelions in an open field,
we sway in the breeze for a few days, and then we are gone.
There's
a mouse
in my house
and my cat wants
to play. He stalks it
like a lion stalks its
prey. And when the time is right
he pounces on the sneaky pest,
and the game of cat and mouse is in
full sway. I wonder who will win this fray?
11/11/12 Kim Merryman
Based on a true event
entered in PD's any poem from November contest.
I am
the smile that melts from your lips when you see something you will you hadn't
the squeak and squeal of your shoes on tile flooring after it rains
the smell of toast burning in a cold kitchen that normally smells of citrus
the sparkle in a child's eye when a dog pounces and rolls all over them
the light of the moon on a dark dirt road guiding you home
I am gone
sturdy sole shrunk
gaunt gifts gulped
taunted twain tamed
felon fallacies feigned
mystic move birthed
rhythmic reels perched
wit's wasp worn
tamed twain torn
bugged bruises borne
ferocious pounces punctured
porous pills fractured
leering la-de-da leisure
pulpy pasts peered
flimsy future feared.
'20:03:29:09:31
Note: Dedicated to those unknown poets.
Paws on the windowsill, waiting for me
Ears perked up at the jingle of keys
Treats disappear with lightning speed
Dirt on the floor, but I don’t mind
Over and over, he’s one of a kind
Goofy grin, tongue out, tail wagging behind
Torn-up bear, stuffing all around
Once his favorite, now battle-worn and brown
You’d think it still squeaked by the way he pounces down
Old Tom
I've fed Old Tom
for many years
with never any thanks,
not one meow.
He comes at night
with eyes ablaze.
I crack the door
and slide a tin
of Fancy Feast
across the deck
toward him
like a puck.
He hunkers
on the railing till
I lock up.
Then he pounces.
The tin's a mouse,
you see,
and finally
it's time to eat.
Donal Mahoney
It's Christmas Day, yippee.
I see my presents under the tree.
I run down the stair fast as can be.
I rip open the biggest one that I can see.
It's a little pitbull who thinks she's beastly.
She pounces at me and ends up hitting her head on a branch. She's carefree.
I guess she's a bit of a dummy.
According to her, my shoe's pretty yummy.
I'm so happy...
I love my puppy
You foul beast of Love
– You who pounces on hearts–
Come closer to me one last time!
Dance with me again,
So that when you’ve ripped what you thought my soul
Into shreds of nonexistence,
I will populate the world of pages
With our descendants,
Rhymes and the lack of them,
And you will see
The pen, mightier than your claws!
61 words not counting this line or the title, 2/25/17
Listen to poem:
Deceptive, drowsy,
the gray cat, Tempus, in doldrums
lazes, purring, stretching.
I have watched him:
cunning eyes half-closed,
he stalks bright birds near day lilies.
Wings wet from flights
through sprinklers' sweeps,
birds swoop, glide, flutter.
They light on dry grass,
strut and shake themselves,
are lulled. Then, Tempus
pounces on one bird.
The rest are routed…
And Tempus fugit.
Wicked little eyes
Considered the path of attack
Always keen for a game
She pounces when the time is right
Stalking and biting
She practices her art
Jumping and leaping about
She is still very young
Tache is the imp I mean
A stray black and white kitten
She even now tries to distract
Pawing at my pen
Sitting on my chest
The purrs of contentment
Rattle her very fibre
Sleep now my temptress.
The day folds away for the awakening of the night.
Alone stands I, as shadows
Creep over me with fright.
The crisp air sends me on a breeze,
Whispering untold secrets to me.
The stars began to twinkle,
The epitome of all beauty
It is the heart of all that sings
The melancholous harmony.
The thickness of the crystal and velvet sky
pounces my world
As mysteries, deep embedded in my soul
Become untold
.
Kitty, kitty in my chair,
Sitting there so debonair.
Black cat with shiny eyes,
To cross your path could be unwise.
Playful feline pounces fast,
Jump on people walking past.
Tabby teases a little mouse,
Tauntingly throughout the house.
Oh! Of cats what can I say?
They prowl at night and sleep all day.
~Virginia Mitchell
Contest; Cat Poems ~~
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~