I sit above the forest,
My ears are pricked, alert,
I'm watching for the smallest change,
A movement in the dirt.
My coat of fur is shining,
It's silver in the moon,
Watch the stars watch over,
The dawn will come, too soon.
Below my pack is sleeping,
Relying on my sight,
My ears and my bravery,
To protect them all this night.
As Alpha, it's my duty,
As male it's my role,
As wolf and member of this pack,
It is what makes me whole.
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Low primal growl, I respond to that howl. Paws hit the floor, Ears twitching more. Pack found, I prowl. Hunting again, night owl. Prey taken, eaten raw. First by alpha, that's law.
Dazzling, diamond snowflakes decorate soaring, emerald trees. Glistening, ivory snow carpets the hostile earth. Ancient, twinkling constellations shine with golden light through the onyx night.
As you glide past my head, I wonder... What is it like, To be an owl. To have all the world, Under your watchful eye. To glide silently, a ghost.
White on blue on white, Ice on water, snow on ice, As the river flows beneath, A rumbling beast, Fluff of cloud in sky of blue, Cold wind howls on by And whistles through, Bough of pine trees,...
People don't like spiders, They run away afraid Or grab a hefty book And send them to their graves.
A rabbit in the green. White and so clean. It jumps free. And the woods where it would be. It jumps around. And it hears every sound. White and fluffy with a pink nose. It's cute and everyone knows.
This poem was written by @ell and @lucandsurprise. So much choice. So many mates. So little time. I can't be late. They spread there glory. Before my eyes. There beautiful feathers. Are my prize.
The early bird, Catches the worm, He grabs it, As it squiggles and squirms. The early bird, Gets there before the rest, No waiting in queues, No crowded nest.
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