One look. You smile, you nod, you fall for him
Eyes enchanting, breathing dead bark of tree
Showy singer, poor nest, pretentious whim
Yet, expert in stumping, purrs when with glee
Takes up parenting with love, face never once grim
So uxorious, love-rich. Why ours not so be?
A tiny tawny torso
With tiny tawny eyes.
In tiny tawny cautious flows
The tiny tawny flies.
A tiny tawny heartbeat
With tiny tawny pace;
A tiny tawny look upon
A tiny tawny face.
Tiny tawny feathers
Of tiny tawny brown.
Tiny tawny eyebrows make
A tiny tawny frown.
A tiny tawny tinted breast
So tiny tawny cute.
A tiny tawny voice to call
A tiny tawny hoot.
Two tiny tawny wing tips
For tiny tawny flight
The tiny tender tawny owl
Takes off into the night.
Alan S Jeeves
Pretty, tawny, tabby Tabor
purring snuggler,
full of curiosity and play
He saw the door ajar for a fast getaway
His golden eyes gleamed
Jail break; as he dreamed
Ditching out as fast as a jet
The backyard pond he couldn’t forget
full of lily pads and Koi. ”Oh, what fun!”
Sneaky pitter-patter paws sly as a cat “I’ll take one.”
Tiny tadpoles hiding under the lily pads away from the Koi
A little twitch happy tail, pawing, splashing the cool water to catch the Koi
From out of nowhere showed
Kung Fu tempered toad
pounced on Tabor’s back. “H-i-s-sss......!”
Feeling frustrated and foiling his plans couldn’t catch him now
Tawny tabby Tabor taunting tiny tadpoles and tantalizing tasty tempered toad
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haunted
she hoots
rotates her head
and launches in absolute
silence
Trudging under frozen starlit skies
Against stiff Winters bitter blowes...
When ambling up past frosted trees
From the wooded valley down below.
As stepping into a clearing glade,
Surround ragged drifts of thinning snow,
Once Summers haze - long since forbade,
Now pale Moon beams all aglow.
For within this realm of Twilight,
Perched high up in a bush,
Snugly within his feathered form
Roosts a warbled Darkling Thrush.
Stirred from his ruffled thoughts...
Dulcet voice lifts upon still night:
With euphonious notes so sweetly sung -
Poured forth in harmonious delight!
Oh tawny Throstle, nemesis of
Nightingales,
Did Heavens Choirs ever sound so sweet?
Your scrawny throat of melodious rails -
That kept my lover from her feet!
Blithely rising in shadowy night
Is Man of the Sun wearing the threshold
That was once been secluded from the sight of me
But together has drawn me closer to glee.
As swiftly as the sun arise back in the eyes;
Like morning glory bloom dash’ly under bright light
My heart surrenders to Love what they called
Relish days playing music of caress.
But I a girl lithe and tawny still frenzied youth
Settling for one hardly creep to my grasp
As fresh as I hunger for pleasure
Of what may World compromise that pleases the soul.
Man of the Sun, sorrow not in deepest night
Someone a woman be laudable of that sincere love
Acquaint other who never pierces the heart
For I not worth, the girl whose love blooms and withers.
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