As some Indians
(dot, not feather)
go to great lengths
to ingratiate themselves
by obsequious behaviour
(bob your head if you agree with me)
could it be the origin
of the expression,
'To curry favour'?
Tho' hunger knows no bounds
forget the fatted calf
despite the nation suffering
from starvation by more than half
they'll curry a horse
but not a cow
those bovine ungulates
are holier than thou
Categories:
ungulates, animal, food, fun, horse,
Form: Rhyme
Like a Disney movie, sparrows fly in my head.
An hour after coffee I grasp reality as if it were
survivable.
A deep snow drifts into camel humps
a few reckless birds have escaped my skull
to awkwardly bounce in the heavy
and glassy air.
The hours ride two-toed ungulates
into a dredging darkness.
My mind now is cluttered with dying bluebirds.
The sparrows have become
ice features in a frozen museum.
This is the way the day ends,
not with chirping,
but with tattered feathers
strewn upon a blank Landscape.
Categories:
ungulates, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A double dact doe dance:
Six deer in a row prance
Merrily, playfully
Dancing so sweet!
Ungulates ruminate
Chewing the cud is great
And most amazingly,
Didactyl feet!
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ok, ok, i'm getting carried away with these - almost a tongue twister, but fun, and what I saw on my walk with Missy this morning!
Categories:
ungulates, silly,
Form: McWhirtle
You can tell him no
but the training wheels on his head
spin on,
he thinks you don’t mean it,
that you don’t mean a thing
even when that ‘thing’ is a
tense bubble of spitting camels.
He just keeps on talking
as if you had never said so
or he had not glimpsed bared
broad yellow teeth.
He is an old branch of my tree
his teeth clatter
as his stiff leaves rattle you
into a nervous tick and frozen smile.
Yet a part of him is child-like
not young but green stemmed
and river deep in its sap.
When I ply him with wine
thinking I might wilt his scratchy chatter
he can flick and startle jangled nerves
with a pliant and quick stepping wisdom
and a spry sly humor,
a wit sprung from a well deeper than mine,
then I wish I were also that fresh a watering,
and not a herder of fractious
even-toed ungulates.
Categories:
ungulates, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The howling of the lone gray wolf
His fingerprint sound waves
Reaches out to his alpha female
And to enemies like staves
His hunt unfruitful this night
No ungulates found alive
Few scavenged tidbit pieces
Barely enough to survive
His alpha mate heavy with pups
tucked into the warm den
Hunger gnawed away at her, weak~
dreams of a fat tough hen
Maybe fate would befriend her mate
At least a deer he'll kill
And bring home a lean hind quarter
An empty stomach fill
Sixty days or so the liter carried
Must be many large pups
Maybe four or even seven
Seven pups a deluxe
They'll be delivered just in time
For the deer, elk and moose
To give birth to their fawns~ easy prey
Food source hidden in the spruce
Hunger will recede through the summer
They'll be plenty of game
Maybe at least one pup will survive
To the future lay claim
Contest: Canis Lupus The Wolf
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Written: April 06, 2015
Categories:
ungulates, nature,
Form: Rhyme
A
big
cat
can
do
easy
formulation-
grasping,
hanging,
injuring...
Jungle's
keeper
lust
many
nights
over
prey.
Quietly-
ruminating
shameless
toward
ungulates,
very
wary
x-ing
young
zebra.
A. Green
*ungulates are hoofed animals. Generally prey to big cats.
Categories:
ungulates, animals
Form: ABC