Short Scurries Poems
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The
Chipmunk
Chirps loudly
Scurries about
Across the stone wall
Chasing others
Playful ways
Hide and
Seek
Heidi Sands
8/6/17
Leveret scurries
Trained ears, panoramic sight
Saved - by a hare's breath.
Easter Bunny blinks
Burrows the deep undergrowth
Close shave this morning
nightfall in the woods
field mouse scurries on the ground
an eagle takes flight
snowflakes gathering
pine boughs droop beneath the weight
hatchlings to be fed
a morsel of food
a mammal scurries to hide
as hawks soar on high
each ant scurries
the melodrama plays on
directed misdirection
the constant hurry
nor rhyme nor reason
rules the roost
when whirl and bump
are what's produced
Baby peacefully asleep,
So is new mom next to crib.
All is quiet in nursery room.
Meanwhile,
A lone black widow spider
Scurries across wall.
Date written: 10/02/2021
AUTUMN
shivered yellow sun
struck by autumn demureness
scurries to the west
Pain is a turbulent tide,
receding for a time, yet -
scurries in with the next storm,
and stays the season.
Another example of Kouta form, Japanese quatrain 7,7,7,5 form.
03.20.2024
Tick. tock
Tick.tock.
Around runs the church mouse.
The choir head
Lifts his hand
And the mouse scurries on.
Tick, tock
Tick, tock
Around naps the church cat
The cat does play
A piano somedays
When no one is around.
tree leaves
rustle in breeze-
cardinal
wings
fluttering above-
cottony clouds
owl
landing in an oak-
mouse scurries
leaves
floating on the wind-
deer running
water
trickles in the distance-
salmon leaps
Dark lines betray
A lover's soul
Shadows cast
Within the tunneled alleyways
Hidden beneath
Sun sparkled peaks
Traps sprung in loneliness
Baited in despair's longing
Scented
With false hope
Watched over
By predatory pain
A rat scurries
In the silence.
John G. Lawless
1/7/2020
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 the west
I wait for the leaf’s next performance
As she slides across the porch my puppy chases her
She's just a little thing
plump snd fat waiting on the arrival of spring
but for the moment filled with layered ice and snow
she scurries to my back door where she knows
if she's patient and willing to wait
this patron will see her pleading face
and put out bread and nuts and seed
to fill her stomach, satisfying her pleads.
(linked Sijo)
Outside my tent
a circle of gray stones
a place for fire
my heart heavenward
no hat, no shoes, no shirt
under a cloudless blue.
a little chipmunk
scurries out of my tent
No eagle in the sky,
Soon I forget the river's song,
falling asleep in the deepening darkness,
in the moonrise, I listen again
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*Image of Owl Grass Mouse Predator by Pixabay.
WANTED: Dead and Alive
*A paradox ...
A bird soundly heard by my window
a mouse scurries about my floor
I wish they exchange places
with the mouse outdoors
and the bird indoors
so I acted upon it
owl hoots inside
traps outside
for pet food
2021 July 15
MIRACULOUS DOWNPOUR
Exuberant, miraculous downpour spreading its wings ,forming a canopy above
Seems benevolent Almighty showers hugs and cuddles
Breezy, green bushes head over heels in love
I immerse in healing bubbles and scurries off all troubles.
DATED:12.08.2021
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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, missing the turn
Sliding past the bait
Doesn't learn, feeling the burn
Tasty treat will have to wait
Mouse scurries out the gate
Poor cat always late
The dark figure stands just out of view
Biding it's time as it watches what I do
I sense it as I make my way in this life
Each step closer as my apprehension is rife
But when I turn around it scurries away
Not wanting to catch my eye and stay
They say that when the day finally comes
I will see the reaper as its duty is done.
© Paul Warren Poetry
On my walk
a church bell rings
in the distance-
somewhere a blackbird sings
a rustle as wildlife scurries
a bright sun- in a cloudless sky
rolling hills
beneath me fields that are green
I relish natures wonders
all the world smells sweet
fragrance of the cows on yonder field
but, I journey to the city and home again
I think I may go back and visit again.
Dear parents, don't you agree
that you all quite regularly see
Your tiny pranksters shouting loud -
Higher and shriller than they are allowed?
So here's the solution to end all your worries -
When your naughty little poppet stealthily scurries
To make blood-curdling, spine-tingling, uproarious noises,
Just scare them to silence with their headmasters' voices!
Burglar breaks into wrong house
One angry home owner he did rouse
Tough Grandma throws a trash can;
wildly swings a frying pan
He scurries away like a mouse
Submitted for...
Make Me Laugh with Some Humor - Any Form - New Poems Poetry Contest
(Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Date written: 12/12/2020
i made that glint
that caught your eye
hooked finger pulling lid too far
feel that boney shiver
xylophone your spine
seconds sound so much louder
in the quiet time
Uneasy dark tries to accept decline
the unknow squeaks so appealing
no line between the fear and the scare
Can't avoid me
i'm pulling you from within
darkness scurries from me trying to reach the dim
i made that glint
that caught your eye
hooked finger pulling lid too far
feel that boney shiver
xylophone your spine
seconds sound so much louder
in the quiet time
Uneasy dark tries to accept decline
the unknow squeaks so appealing
no line between the fear and the scare
Can't avoid me
i'm pulling you from within
darkness scurries from me trying to reach the dim
Red, yellow, blue.
The fireworks in the sky
Go crackle boom-
And mother-
Like a child,
Scurries
To her room-
For the sounds
Remind her of
Shootings in Beirut
Bombings in Batroun
Other mothers sobbing over their
Children’s tombs
The fireworks in the sky
Go crackle boom-
And the city celebrates
As my mother’s
Cold heart
(Iced with fiery war-)
Thaws with gloom.
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Midnight, and a single squirrel
with tiny boots and a postal satchel
scurries across power lines—
Santa’s freelance contractor,
paid in acorns and stale fruitcake.
He leaves a walnut for the widow,
a pinecone stuffed with stolen glitter,
and vanishes, tail twitching,
into the frozen yuletide hush.