Prairie-Dog Town
Old Peter Prairie-dog
Builds him a house
In Prairie-Dog Town,
With a door that goes down
Old Peter Prairie-dog
Builds him a house
In Prairie-Dog Town,
With a door that goes down
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Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
I laughed at this poem. I have felt the same way at times. I live in the country, and there is nothing more peaceful than listening to God's natural sounds of nature, but it’s just like any...
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A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him,--did you not,
His notice sudden is.
A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
That's just about the way nature is. I spent time outside watching all the amazing creatures, and they all have busy responsibilities to attend to, so structured to doing their purpose in...
You should always keep a spider
At least one in every room
Give them a little corner
With an offering of food
Wow, spiders. I am not fond of them. I know they can't eat much, but I don't want them crawling on me. Once my daughters found a tarantula and wanted him for a pet, so they put him in a class...
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Rulers of the night, the wilderness is your home,
Man in his ignorance won't leave you alone,
Strong together you hunt for survival,
Man and his gun your only rival.
Wolves. Such beautiful creatures you are, and yet, man is out to destroy you. What did you ever do wrong? This was your land for generations. Now it is filled with dim echoes of the forest it...
Thunder of hooves across the land,
A gallant proud stallion is leading his band,
With grace and beauty they gallop and run,
Enjoying the freedom and warmth of the sun.
Incredible! This poem is so good, one in a thousand horse poems!
Deep into the woods in my truck I seemed lost.
The brisk, chilly breeze was still holding the frost.
Because it was dried up and totally dead,
I decided to cut down this big tree instead.
Hello Steph, I really love your concrete poem about the nature of cats. Very true, clever, and witty, especially the tail. I've given you five stars! My own darling black and white puss,...