I know that you’re trying to portray
This scene at the fag end of day,
But I think that you might
Want what’s left of the light,
So make haste, let’s have no more delay.
The tide’s coming in rather fast,
This photo may well be your last.
Set me back on dry land,
Plant my feet in the sand
Ere the beauteous moment has passed.
The sun is now sinking apace,
It’s so dark you can scarce see my face.
There will only, quite soon,
Be the weak light of moon
To attempt to illumine to the place.
It is forecast that in this locality
The moon will eclipse in totality.
If it’s as I recall,
You won’t see me at all.
Does your phone offer flash functionality?
This was written in response to Kreative Kue 210 published on this site.
An Eagle Owl known here as Duffy
Had ear-tufts at once long and fluffy,
He’d to any trick
For a morsel of chick;
Forget it, and he got quite huffy.
For treats, he’d go where e’er he’s led
As long as he’s properly fed,
But who knew the reason
In his breeding season
He’d mate with the falconer’s head.
As if on a definite cue-in
Some kid would shout, “Hey, what’s he doin’?”
But the handler played dumb
And replied, “Ask your Mum”
As another display falcon flew in.
You think that the falcon was easy?
He’d be gone if the weather was breezy
And the falcon’s religion
Involved hunting pigeon
Which always made some people queasy.
Now, if it should fancy its luck
And choose to hunt down a duck,
Somebody would shout,
“Go stop it, you lout.”
Its trainer’s reply? “Will I heck!”
This was written in response to Kreative Kue 209 published on this site.
The time has come, the wire-fox said,
To think of where we’re at.
You, young Jack, have just arrived,
And you are such a brat.
The pecking order must be set
And that’s an end to that.
I’m the leader of this pack
Whate’er the humans think
And if you try to push me out
I’ll kick up such a stink
You need to understand, I’m not
As soft as you may think
Get your puppy-tail down here
Your place is down below
As the alpha male, I should
Be up there, as you know.
Your turn will come after I’m gone
Though I’m not keen to go.
Now listen here, the Jack replied
Your mind is in a muddle
I’ve seen what you’re like in the night
I’ve seen you leave a puddle.
Just stay down there, enjoy the view
While I enjoy a cuddle.
Admit you’re old, your wiriness
And up here you can’t scamper,
And that it falls to me to join
Our mistress for a pamper.
But worry not, my foxy friend,
There’s still room in the camper.
This was written in response to Kreative Kue 208 published on this site.