Wildcat Poems - Poems about Wildcat

Who is she? We wondered as she pranced around foraging for carrion. She is a blue-eyed witch I think. The BEW turns and stares at me; she looks like a wild muskrat cat faerie. I am terrified, for I have never met such a creature. She appears to be royalty. I stop eating my mouse and offer it to her. She...

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Wind within their fur In jungles, Savannah’s, nowhere mediocre Lazy they are not, for sure Dragons of their own right Cats crave the WildThing fight At night these angels hardly sleep Tread during day, the feline will creep Such is the WildCat a’neat....

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Bengal Tigers are listed as, endangered and are found in India, Bangladesh, Nepal, Bhutan and Myanmar Their habitat is, tropical and dry forests, mangroves and grasslands but this wildcat has historical assists, of their ancestral homelands Bengal Tigers are the National Animal of India, a cultural symbol but the hunting of them for trophies, and to use in Chinese medicine and...

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Scottish Wildcats are listed as, critically endangered Once found throughout Britain, now only found in northwest Scotland living in wooded areas, near the edges of forests and shrublands and the Scottish Wildcat is a subspecies, of the European Wildcat Domestic cats pose a great threat, for these Scottish Wildcats as there are very few genetically pure populations left,...

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Wildcat wanders about among the wildflowers searching for a tasty rabbit hungry 2-12-2020 Modern OR Traditional Cinquain Poetry Contest William Kekaula...

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Shadow-Cat = Cat Afraid oF the Dark needs Teddy-Bear-Cat Polecat = a pole dancer Cat-House Copycat = looks like you do Carbon Copy House-Cat Bobcat = Bob - Tailed - Cat Wildcat = Wild.,.Child.,.Spirit.,.Cat Allie-cat = Loose Trampy Cat Did ( I ) Loose my Train oF Thought it came with a Caboose and who Goose the Moose By...

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Sweet dreams... But don't try masking the seasons in gold. You never needed to, but thought so because what we call love cuts us like a crashing chandelier, stinging all the more for how pretty it used to be... And to know what it feels like watching years accumulate that itchy mold is harder still. Because we never knew what we were looking for, even...

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Wildcat Stems of tubing Stacked by threes, Will bring our Mother To her knees. The wildcat tries To feed her young. Her search for energy Never done. In forests green And oceans deep, The wildcat rig Will never sleep. We thirst, We hunger, For what she looks for Deep down under. Boxes speed On rubber round. To Earth’s crude blood Mankind is bound. Stems of tubing Stacked by threes, Will bring our Mother To her knees....

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