Skunks Poems - Poems about Skunks

... Cold winds, the assassins of startled vegetation, blow in with late autumn. Snow arrives to cover the terrain with blankets of white, pristine feathery snow; meanwhile, some bodie......Read the rest...

...On the twelve days of Christmas, West Texas gave to me twelve tarantulas creepin’, eleven javelinas diggin’, ten jack rabbits jumpin’, nine skunks a stinkin’, eight mantis prayin’, s......Read the rest...

...There's nothing positive about racism However, this cancer dehumanizes everyone This bacterium kills all good pisum sativum All necessary ingredients that distinguish a human From something worst......Read the rest...

...In the sylvan sewers of Fritchy's tombie the Pottawattamie beavers play deep beneath the verdant pastures where dead skunks and possum lay Circling skyward glowing wierdly jack......Read the rest...

...forests, swamps, plains, oceans, meadows and even lakes are being polluted, bulldozed and littered for goodness sakes everything is being harvested or relinquished in human’s name creatures are va......Read the rest...

...A rabbit raced across the road In his wake hopped a toad Cars a-going 'round eighty-five Was it luck they were yet alive Some call it instinct, others ESP Whatever it is, they ......Read the rest...

..."Merely 80 to 90 percent of children in the wilderness die in Pain -- generally slow." -- Biophysics 101 for romantic poetasters of poor taste * * * Yet countless lizards, snak......Read the rest...

... Odiferous, a sad and sordid tale, for naught remains but that which does assail. The rascal takes one final, pungent swipe: grizzled remains along the center stripe. ------......Read the rest...

...After I thunk and I thunk and I thunk I thought of something good about skunks They eat grubs which ruin your yard 'Course, the skunks dig your lawn up first Never mind ~ Ki......Read the rest...

...Why do we say someone is “drunk as a skunk?” In truth, has anyone ever seen a skunk drunk? Written August 9, 2022......Read the rest...

...The Underworld There is a path that leads to the bridge. Well, not exactly. It leads under it. Why would anyone want to go that way? You might ask that question. I might dare to answer......Read the rest...

...The frogs croaked and it was dawn, there were so many that they formed a carpet. Grass full of them noisy... The satanic moon fading and emptying the world... The silence announcing your arriv......Read the rest...

...In the early dawn, the loud barking of my dog Woke me up; I arose and went to the door leading out onto The veranda; I adjusted the blinds and peeped out with my Quiet eyes. Peering out throu......Read the rest...

...The nose knows A sight to make tired eyes blink Skunks walking away from another’s stink A simple fact not known too well With one end they stink, the other they smell A simpler fact that ......Read the rest...

...You were selfless, sacrificing yourself to save your son. At the sound of the gunshot, he froze, knowing not to prance out. He became friends with rabbits and skunks; everyone loves him. Know that......Read the rest...