felines spill out into the neighborhood
when night falls because it’s time to prowl
and shock with a bloodcurdling howl
as they fight and mate
or look for prey to eliminate
cats are creatures of the night
eager to explore and eager to fight
they caterwaul like lost souls
on their nightly patrols
feline travelers on every street
ready to court or compete
but their nocturnal activities
bother some people’s sensitivities
who feel it would be just as well
if those cats went straight to hell!
I met an friendly orca the other day
all she wanted to do was play
two left-tentacled octopuses I met
played their guitars in a watery duet
I was entertained one time by singing krill
swimming off the beautiful coast of Brazil
while surfing with bull sharks off of Bali
I discovered they were gossipy and silly
but I think my favorite tale
is when I rode a blue whale!
the competitors stood before the sheer cliff
stirring nervously
nimble hoofs shuffling silently
as they waited for the event to begin
their coats wet from rain
their goal to win
no path to show the way
during the sheer climb
that would take all day
but the mighty goats
looking to become
the greatest of all time
do it for the glory
that treacherous climb
to crown a champion
in the Goat Olympics
gaining fame for all time
we sit side by side in a state of serenity
my Iggy and me
he, a small version of a greyhound
with brown eyes that are profound
that look into my soul
his presence does console
we spend comfortable hours silently
contemplating many a mystery
my Iggy and me.
he tries to rescue feral and lost cats every day
wandering streets and every alleyway
prepared to help any stray
that comes his way
the cat man’s house is full of felines invited to stay
he doesn’t mind his sobriquet
his cat friends never lead him astray
as he goes about his eventful day
their real name is Honey-Eater of the Cape
skunk-looking creatures unafraid of a snake
also known as honey badgers who have no fear
of any animal, big or small, who comes near
it’s wise to avoid these cousins of the weasel family
known for being quarrelsome, filthy and smelly
most people think honey is their favorite food
but it’s the bee larvae inside that are being skewed
honey badgers grunt, squeak, hiss and whine
and often leave, when frightened, a smelly trail behind
yes, they do have a sweet tooth for honey too
and they’re fierce fighters unafraid of coming after you!
when night falls worlds come alive
in dreams and reality
predators stalk the darkness to survive
and the prey becomes a casualty
creatures big and small that move at night
are masters at hiding anywhere
cleverly avoiding the moons light
and assuring their welfare
dreams are also denizens of the night
as people try to rest from a hard day
things like nightmares leave them uptight
causing them dismay
dreams can also be a wonderful experience
sought after by mystics and sages
spiritually enlightening and soulfully intense
dreams and reality are the inheritance of the ages
She squatted down on her haunches ready and alert
her thick wolf fur flecked with wet dirt
eyes never leaving the prey
the babies will eat tonight if she has her way
Her powerful muscles are ready
her hunting instincts honed and steady
in the den not far away
her pups haven’t eaten since yesterday
When the right moment came
during a light rain
she successfully seized her prey
now the babies would eat today
She sang like a nightingale to a murder of crows in the back rows while the rest of the audience froze
Singing those ‘ol Anthropomorphism Blues!
The chorus of cool cats backing her up took their que from people acting like animals in a zoo
Singing those ‘ol Anthropomorphism Blues!
Lion-hearted heroes chasing dastardly chickens in a deadly race while one weasel tears up the place with his bad-ass base
Singing those ‘ol Anthropomorphism Blues!
No one’s messing with the Monkey’s who are putting together their own blues band with a lead vixen vocalist for a one-night stand
Singing those ‘ol Anthropomorphism Blues!
The earthy sound of a trio of piglets grunting out the blues really brings out appreciative mews and moos
Singing those ‘ol Anthropomorphism Blues!
Cats haven’t cornered the market on curiosity despite folklore and owners who claim they have.
Inquisitiveness is universal in the animal kingdom. Scholars use curiosity to discover truths and natural laws. Curiosity is one of the building blocks for civilization and exploration.
Without the strong urge to know, there wouldn’t be inventions. No honorable mentions. No progress. No hope for the future. No discoveries.
But we don’t have to worry about that. Curiosity among all species comes with their survival packages, with one caveat:
Curiosity can cause grief, and sometimes kills.
It’s a wise animal that uses curiosity carefully.
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