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If I was a Panda Bear. I'd probably live in a zoo. For children to see. especially for you. I'd look like most other bears. except I'm black and white. although I may appear reddish-brown.
The mornings crisp air. A soft mist circles around. The dense forest. Different shades of green. Hear the animals calling. See the sunlight through the leaves. Sparkling patches of light.
She sneaks along, A silent white shadow, The lone wolf, Through forests and meadows. She stalks her prey, Covered in cloud coloured fur, Her small ears pricked, Her searching eyes, amber.
With an elegant swoop the snow white owl lands lightly on my arm. Her deadly talons digging into the leather glove. She looks at me with fierce amber eyes.
Frantic in its flutter, White on its wings. Clinging to the clover, Thistles and other things. Smelling sweet shrubs, Loving it's little larva. Ringing the red roses.
I'm as happy as a bumble bee, even on my tot For bumble bees, you see my dear, a quite a jolly lot, They buzzle and they bumble, and they bizzle buzz away, Even when some pesky man, try's swat at...
My six legged friend is still around In my conservatory he can still be found I thought he'd gone to pastures new I'm not ashamed to admit it left me blue Then lo and behold I found my friend I was...
Beady human eyes With a greedy gloss, Searching the sky, He's ready for the hunt. The unfair hunt... Grey clouds dispersing The prey comes into sight. Black silhouette on a pastel sky.
#youngwritershousehold I gazed at the beautiful butterfly, With its detailed, delicate wings, It flutters round gracefully , It was one of those magical things.
The elephant stood Amongst her herd Tall Strong Hot sun fanning down Dust billowing But bliss At the watering hole Scooping up Trickles of water With her husky trunk Eyes alert But safe Her...
Little bird, little bird, you longed to fly so high. Your wings they would have flapped one day, to take you to the sky. Your tiny little body, lay in my hand, so light.
Prickly spikes You avoid little tykes By defending yourself Protecting your health You curl up small Into a tiny ball And hide away For months and a day When you awake You have a little shake And...
In 1986 Peter Davis was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from University.
Perched upon the precipice Between life and the dark abyss A peregrine looks down on crowds In its element, amongst the clouds Like a speck of ink on paper blotted It's silhouetted target...
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.
The mournful cry of a wolf, Across the woodland pine, Sending you to shivers, Wracking up your spine.
Poem I wrote in 2009, that was inspired by Betsy Byers' book, 'The Midnight Fox' Out of the darkness came a fox, A black fox, Her fur like midnight, Her eyes like stars.
Im a little fokscub, Ain't I the tuffest fing you've ever seen.
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Sounds like an excuse but its not I wrote this when I was 8 and had an obsession with owls but I have managed to change some of the dialect so it makes sense..
A man left his home at the crack of dawn, As did the doe and her new born fawn. Both for the same reason, To nurture their young, Is it a treason. If they don't see it as fun.
The golden presence is huge and mighty, making everything around him seem tiny. His mane, the darkness creeps up around the edges creating a rim that no one can trim.
Oh how I wish I were a kangaroo,. Roaming free not in a zoo,. Bouncing ever high and high,. Until my head hits the sky,. And when my feet touch the ground,. I will land softly without a sound,.
Times are pretty good wondering through the woods. Loose mud and decaying leaves beneath my aching feet. Worms and insects burrow tunnels, homes and supply roots.