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.
The early bird,
Gets up at the crack of dawn,
But for this little bird,
That's just the norm.
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Lines ever more unclear, Not sure I'm even here...
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.
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.
Pounding heart at a million per second, Her fantastic speed is a force to be reckoned, Dust scatters wildly as her claws scrape through, Lunging forward as if she has nothing to lose, Speeding up,...
People don't like spiders, They run away afraid Or grab a hefty book And send them to their graves.
Spots like raindrops lined with black, Falling softly on her glimmering back, Muscles ripple beneath golden hide, Dappled light falling from sunrise, A living work of art, wonderful, seldom...
Deadly paws padded across the pearly snow Collided muscle tense under thick skin Sleek ivory fur splattered with inky black spots flickered between the ice covered trees Steel grey eyes sliced...
I sit above the forest, My ears are pricked, alert, I'm watching for the smallest change, A movement in the dirt.
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