Bat
Her name was Bat
She was born in Greece
Jet black slender cat
All quiet and peace.
Dark as night
On silent paws
A beautiful sight
With razor sharp claws.
She lived her life
Queen of the house
With never any strife
Never chased a mouse.
She passed away
After twenty years
Thinking of her today
Still brings a few tears.
The Horned Toad
Just a tiny little ode
About the great horned toad.
Here with just a little wit
Is the story of their shit.
They eat the big red ants,
Who never do wear pants.
They only eat big reds,
But don't digest the heads.
Look for capsules slightly round
Scattered sparsely on the ground,
Break one open with your finger
Find the heads but not one stinger.
So when you do a horned toad census
It is a generally accepted consensus.
Count the droppings on the ground
And their number you have found.
Ducks
The morning sun breaks
above the horizon
in the east.
Flocks of ducks drift
across the horizon
in the west.
Vees of birds glide
against the clouds
in the sky.
Ancient primordial instincts wander
through the passages
in my mind.
Sharing
Eating the tender branches
from a mesquite tree,
a young doe
hears her fawn's plea.
Jumping up and down
trying to get a bite.
Gently she reaches up and pulls
the branch down,
Her baby nibbles on the fresh treat.
What a site to see while driving down the road
with no camera or witness in sight.
Little Kitty
Come here little kitty
Out playing all night
Come sit on my lap
After giving me such a fright.
Come here little kitty
Let me stroke your soft fur
Come sit on my lap
You have such a gentile purr.
Come here little kitty
You come home with the sun
Come sit on my lap
At night you are ready to run.
Walking the Dogs
I have two black dogs
Named Jodi and Blue.
Together they weigh,
As much as I do.
Down the road and back,
We go for a walk.
We enjoy the fresh air,
And have a nice talk.
Just at sunset
Is the best time to go.
Sometimes we see a buck
And sometimes a doe.
Just a little walk
And maybe a little fun.
When a rabbit jumps up
We get a little run.
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