Poems About Animals
Elephant Surfer
I saw an elephant surfing today
I'll race you through the waves, he cried He jumped on his surfboard and sailed away As I gaped at the view before my eyes His trunk held steady, his stance was firm As he leaned into the force He was graceful and sporty and ready to learn And he balanced right through the course When a wave rose up, he turned a high flip Landing right back down on his board He steadied himself and waved his trunk With a style that he could afford Next he balanced with one leg stretched back His trunk stretched out to the front In an almost dainty arabesque Oh what an incredible stunt As he came into sight the crowd cheered him on Their excitement held no bounds An elephant on a surfboard, they cried That’s something that really astounds I saw an elephant surfing today He jumped on his surfboard and sailed out to sea Keep your eyes on the board, I heard him say And in no time at all you will look just like me. © Julie Simpson - All Rights Reserved Eyes of Gold
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Eyes of gold
Are beaming out As if to burn your heart They mesmerise They hypnotise You are powerless to depart You cannot look away Nor move They hold you in their glare You're trapped Within a sea of gold Happy captive of a golden stare © Julie Simpson 2017 All Rights Reserved |
Boz
He was Boz
Picked me out from the people who looked at the SPCA, for a new pet To charm and inspire them one cold Winter's day He was sitting in the cat pound with a superior expression As if to say, why am I here? You know I am far too good for this place, so you should take me home, quickly. Talk about cute. He was a cream very fluffy Persian with apricot tints A majestical vision among the moggy riff-raff Not seeing, not mingling, not mixing for fear that such lowlings might tarnish his image He might have been nervous and wasn't sure about my small house, when we arrived. I expect his majesty was used to better but he carefully inspected everything then sat down with a sniff and said "this will do". He loved to play and had a superb sense of humour Quite a natural clown in fact, entertaining me as he slid right across shiny furniture and falling with a plop on the floor. He had a good appetite and would eat very well but as time went by I learned that this boy was a very fussy eater and only the finest delicacies would do. He beat up the neighbour's dog one sunny day when it poked it's nose in our door That was an unforgettable lesson as the young Doberman sprang at a fast gallop hightailing it out of there with a cream vision of fluff chasing behind He was extremely flexible Wherever I went, he went and seemed happy. We moved house several times and for every move he just checked out the new place and said Okay, so this is where we live now? He was a terrible hunter In his entire lifetime he only caught 2 birds. Brought both into the house and chased them around the lounge until they fell exhausted and dead at his feet. He couldn’t climb trees He'd jump up the trunk about 4 feet then his instincts and strength deserted him and he'd fall back down, landing indignantly on the ground and looking surprised He loved travelling in the car Would sit and talk a little then settle down and enjoy the ride Before long he was a snoring passenger, until we reached our destination where he'd get out of the car with a yawn and a stretch. He loved Sam. Sam was Bozzie's best mate. A big black labrador with a lolloping gait They'd sit in the sun at the front door together, telling stories and scaring off intruders as the sun went down. We knew he got up to mischief when we left him at home for several hours at a time We think he called in his mates and they'd smoke, drink and gamble, then run back home when they heard our car although the house always looked as if no-one had been there He was a bit of a bully when other cats came around He'd chase and terrorise them then escort them off the property at a fast clip and they never showed their furry faces at our place again As he got older he became smaller He lost weight and his fur thinned He no longer had the stature of the boy he was when he used to throw his weight around but he still let you know who was boss when it counted He was Boz A lovely cream fluffy Persian with apricot tints and magnificent character 21 years old, at the end - that's 147 in cat years He had a great ride of life and fabulous adventures for a cat who came from the SPCA with a superior look on his face © Julie Simpson - All Rights Reserved |
