Animal Tanka Poems

Tibetan Takin

the golden-brown fur
distinctive musky odor 
Tibetan takin    
in a dense fog and forest
loves to eat the bamboo shoots.

June Bug

with the monsoon rains,
a green June bug came whirring,
to our living room~
my smart cat after playing,
gulped down this hapless victim. 

Juneberry

High Fives for June 6-10-25
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Juneberry

garden chameleon
green leaves turn red then purple
nicknamed sugarplum
berries of blue in clusters
hedgehogs feast on summer treats

Shattered

Chaos color blast
blue sun is traveling fast
past a blood red moon.
Creatures scurry for cover
on the dark side of summer.

Red tailed comets streak
Paisley colors growing weak,
Midst

A STREAMING SENSATION

Sage moose families
journeying nature’s beauty,
streaming peaceful life:-
Powerful, iconic elk,
Canvassing serenity:-

- Curly Little Lambs In April -

The poisonous

Within the scorpion's belly,
mother's blood is the meal.
I wonder,Is that's why scorpion is poisonous? 
But be the lamb of sheep or the child of scorpion,Both

TANKA III

little turkey pelt
feathers fluff in wind--follows
his drove through farmland
he struggles to not fall back
dust clouds rise beneath his feet

TANKA II

wet earth smells of mud
small frog swings on garden gate
creaking in the breeze
cool rain drops tap his eyelids
he sees what he wants to see

Poetic Peacocks

Peacocks are poets
Whimsical wiry walking
Eyes ever talking
Feathers floating words
Colorful as ever heard

- Live Fast Die Young -

ME - OW

butterflies hover
because they can't crawl ~ but one
was trying to crawl
but it did not let it crawl
not let a butterfly crawl

what monstrosity
to let a fragile

BUNNY - POTD

Bunny very cute
Under a big bush sleeping
Now she is awake
No one knows you are my pet
You and I friends forever

Sunrise Strut

Dawn rooster's crowing
red and gold cock of the walk
Flecked stars are fleeing.
Pink sky alarms are sounding 
as stealthy night goes, creeping.

Perched at verge of day
is

On the Run

the robust red fox
midst emerald field —
   bilocation
he’s there, he’s here
in my heart, still on the run