Poems about critters

My brain has discovered how to make poems.  I don't actually make them up or work hard--my mind just automatically starts composing.  Sometimes, I actually have to find a few words that rhyme and then change words around, but I don't work at this. (Okay, you say,  the poems sound like it)   Really, the poems are just for me and just for fun.  If someone else enjoys them, all the better.

Poems about Critters

I found a little lady bug

walking on my desk.

She shouldn't really be there.

She's not my invited guest.

I scooped her up so gently,

and brought her to the yard.

There she was very happy,

Playing in the chard.

(actually I don't grow chard, only strawberries and chives.)

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I saw a tiny spider

huddled in the rug.

I tried so hard to catch him,

but he was one scared bug.

On some paper I scooted him

right into my hand.

And brought him to the out-of doors,

Where on a tree leaf he did land.

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A little ol'goat, I saw in the zoo,

With twisty horns and beard askew, 

Sat all alone, watching children play.

If he could talk, what would he say?

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On an evening stroll by the beach as sun set:

A flock of funny sea birds 

Were sitting in the sand.

Their pointy beaks and spindly legs

did not look so grand.

Some sat there oh so quietly,

And when a dog came by to play,

They nonchalantly all stood up

and quickly skampered away.

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Critters at Stowe Lake

Looking for butterflies and none could be found.

But plenty of other wildlife did abound.

Enticing bright flowers flirted with bees,

And skittish squirrels eating peanuts would tease

The vigilant Jay Bird flitting in the trees.

Turtles on a log were basking in the sun

While a myriad of ducks splashed nearby for fun.

As my enchanting afternoon came to a close,

Two proud seagulls struck a pose.  

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Spider at the Cabin

Falling, falling on a silken thread,

Tickling my nose while I lie in bed--

Where did you come from, you silly ole bug.

I ought to give your tiny rope a tug.

Maybe it's fun swinging to and fro,

But I really think that you should go.

You belong outdoors with the ants and bees.

And there I shall bring you, if you please.  

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A Hot Day on the Beach

Little snowy plovers running by the sea-

In their little flocks, they are pretty as can be.

Poking in the moist sand with their narrow beak,

They find tasty little morsels wherever they do seek.

Soon a frothy wave runs up to the shore,

And the little snowy plovers start running once more.  
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June 1, 2014 at the Cabin

A big ole'turtle is sitting all alone
In a pile of dried oak leaves.
We approach very slowly so as not to disturb
But we are the enemy, she perceives.

Her eyes peak quietly out of her shell
And she watches us while lying so still.
We wonder why she lay under the flume
As we wander quickly down the hill.
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