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You lie curled up by the fire, Chewing whatever be tonight's object of desire. You barely have to lift an eyelid, And prised open is the cat food tin lid.
Horses: the forgotten heroes. _____________________ The dappled grey stallion stood shivering against the harsh weather, no protection provided to shelter him or the others.
Three blind mice... Scurrying on the floor Couldn't see the pussycat Behind the kitchen door Two blind mice... Fell into a hole One got out, but the other Now lives like a mole One blind mouse...
A tiny little mouse, Crawled across the floor, But it had to stop to think, As it reached the giant door. A stupid little mouse, Tried to find a way, To pass the door to go And find some place to...
Gecko On a leaf On the wind In the air Above sails And rooftops And deserts The lair Of a beast In his cave Under rock Under dirt As pleasure To pain As healing To hurt Rooster On a barn Calling...
The little black-capped chickadee perched on the edge of the nest while he fluffed his feathers. Today, he felt that he was ready to finally fly. He relaxed and closed his eyes.
The night is warm and golden, My eyelids start to droop. Fatigue sticks like honey, As I struggle through the gloop. Scrambling up the tree trunk, I spot my home ahead.
"But, your not a Vampire." stated Max. He had been through this a thousand times with Tom but it always fell on deaf ears.
It was a dark and misty night, the perfect time for going hunting. The others refused to go with with me, they didn't like the weather so I set off myself.
As i stared into those big, black eyes, i saw a glimmer of hope tinged with sadness. What did he hope for in life, i wondered.
The hazy fog of dreaming gradually lifted from Sam as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stretched his limbs.
Crawl. Into the corner. Into the small corner of the wall where no one can see you and you do not exist. Climb quickly. Climb quickly to the top.
Sandy stood next to me as we quivered with fear, looking up at the huge tom. "You are NOT allowed here. It's time you were taught a lesson..that you'll never forget." "Cloud." I hissed.
At the beginning of December 2009, Jessy the West Highland Terrier was howling in the back of her breeder's car.
I was born,. The first thing I saw was my mother,. She whinnied to me,. Struggling to get on my feet,. I was cantering in no time,. But then that dreadful day,. When I got sold,.
She knows it's breakfast time. She's been out all night hunting, chasing shadows and stalking small creatures. As the sun rises, she heads home because soon it will be breakfast time.
Once upon time, There was, I say, Three cats in a house; They sat there all day. Their fur pelts were washed Thrice over for each, By pink rasping tongues And yellowing teeth.
Lying, sleepy on the rug, I spy a crawly, creepy bug, Long and twitchy, hairy back, Edging near to have a snack; Before I know it - SNAP. It nips, And bites into my bottom bits.
The first thing he saw was the big red sign. As he strode quietly across the street, the hot asphalt singed his tiny pink paws.
The moon had just risen from behind the mountains, and the sun had set. What was this world coming to.... She thought to herself.
A howl escaped her lips forming a beautiful song of a perfect melody. Her silver grey fur was shining in the moonlight, her gold eyes dancing with knowledge.
The donkey awakened, his mind still savoring the afterglow of the most exciting day of his life. Never before had he felt such a rush of pleasure and pride.