In this little rhyme I would like to confirm
I have personally seen in action Sally slow worm
Doesn't move fast as she goes about her day
No other worm like creatures get in her way
Sally leaves her hole at a little after eight
Will be visiting her friend if she can wait
She munches some grass for extra power
Hasn't gone very far I'm afraid this hour
Sally arrives at her friend's hole at dead on four
Will be staying the night but I'm not really sure
Sally the slow worm is pleased with the journey made
So be careful dear gardener where you put that spade
Categories:
slow worm, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Cat
When Oscar sits on the windowsill
And sees someone within,
His mouth opens wide in soundless cry,
He gives us his cat grin.
Oscar rubs around my legs
He's such a friendly soul.
He then rolls round upon his back
And waves his long striped tail.
But after Oscar's greetings done,
He's off to do his rounds.
He sets off from the white door
To the long thin gardens end.
Every inch of soil and seed
Is subject to his nose.
The garden looks one way to us,
But he can see much more.
I wish that Oscar cat could talk
And tell us what he's found.
Ten thousand spider's weaving webs,
A slow worm on the ground.
A million ants climb up the rowan,
I sometimes watch them too.
I see the striped wasps and honey bees
In this small natural zoo.
The hedgehogs sweet have long been gone,
but we have diverse birds.
Oscar sits on my tall stool.
He watches them for hours.
Categories:
slow worm, animals, happiness, love, nature,
Form: Rhyme