Sonnet: Nature Feeds its Other Creatures Superbly

The Guavas o’er-ripe highest on the tree,
For long by humans unbothered remain;
Squirrels and birds come eat them happily;
God’s charity is enormous like rain.

Thus, Nature feeds creatures in unseen ways,
With berries, leaves that men care not to pluck;
The dumb creatures thus spend their living days,
From Antelopes, Ants, Squirrels to wild Duck.

A few men practice real charity;
This is by habit and not ignorance;
And Nature too can kill without pity;
When famine strikes, it is a ‘Skeletal-dance’!

God feeds His creatures through Mother Nature,
Who knows their problems well of their future.

poem by John Celes
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Rainbow Snow

Rainbow snow

Once I saw rainbow snow falling like a carpet woven by angels
with time on their lily pale hands. A white winter hare sat on
its haunches taking in this strange sight. There are men with
shotguns lurking in the woods, farmers who wait for spring to
plough dark soil and plant spuds.

The hare made a jump of death, now a stew and the braves spit
pellets on a plate. Snow ate the rainbow and I saw heavy boots,
the hare looked small. In the forest a big tree soundless fell and
a squirrel lost its winter larder. Red fur on saintly snowfall;
do they eat squirrels in Norway?

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Well Water

What a girl called "the dailiness of life"
(Adding an errand to your errand. Saying,
"Since you're up . . ." Making you a means to
A means to a means to) is well water
Pumped from an old well at the bottom of the world.
The pump you pump the water from is rusty
And hard to move and absurd, a squirrel-wheel
A sick squirrel turns slowly, through the sunny
Inexorable hours. And yet sometimes
The wheel turns of its own weight, the rusty
Pump pumps over your sweating face the clear
Water, cold, so cold! you cup your hands
And gulp from them the dailiness of life.

poem by Randall Jarrell
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At husking time

At husking time the tassel fades
To brown above the yellow blades,
Whose rustling sheath enswathes the corn
That bursts its chrysalis in scorn
Longer to lie in prison shades.

Among the merry lads and maids
The creaking ox-cart slowly wades
Twixt stalks and stubble, sacked and torn
At husking time.

The prying pilot crow persuades
The flock to join in thieving raids;
The sly racoon with craft inborn
His portion steals; from plenty's horn
His pouch the saucy chipmunk lades
At husking time.

poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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I Felt Tested

A squirrel threw a 'nut' at me.
It didn't want it.
Neither did I.
It was too overdressed.
And I am no longer impressed,
By deception.
I felt tested.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.

quote by Robert Burton
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Peculiar is my..

Peculiar is my mind
As of a opinion here..

Those squirrels percuss
When in solo each
My heart stretches its ears..
Cannot profess notating
Nor can syllable the screeches
Those captivating tones
Enchanting in variable meters
Sounding in chiseling stony tone..
When I opine of it so..
'Peculiar is my mind'
As of a opinion here

I like their rhythmicity..
Their tala patterns
Permutated to different sets
Screechings one, two, three
Combined with five, seven, nine

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poem by Indira Renganathan
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The squirrel can beat the rabbit climbing a tree, but then the rabbit makes the best stew that sort of equalizes the thing.

African American proverbs
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Rummager

We shed skins like snakes
And dig like squirrels to find
Any hidden identity…
We rummage as if we lost
What might have mattered most
Although it was deep inside
All along

(2011)

poem by Mary Fumento
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An enviromental Poem

In your garden, in your house
Tip-toe quietly like a mouse.
You never know what you might find
A squirrel, a dog, or an animal of a different kind!

Out in the bushes, behind the trees
Get down quietly on your knees.
You might see an ant going back to its nest,
Or maybe a robin with its bright red breast.

In the greenhouse where lots of things grow
There are more than just plants in there, you know!
If you look closely you will see lots of things,
Maybe a ladybird with its transparent wings!

In your garden, in your house
Tip-toe quietly like a mouse.
You never know what you might find
A squirrel, a dog, or an animal of a different kind!

poem by Bethan Linscott
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God's Nuts

This is my philosophy:
'If a squirrel can do the shimmy from an old Oak tree...
That same squirrel can shimmy from a Pine.
And still gather nuts from wherever they may drop!
They are 'still' God's nuts...Divine!
Regardless from where they are gotten.'

The moral of this?
Whether you sit in the orchestra seats,
Or in the balcony.
The price of the popcorn remains the same.
The only change you will get,
Depends on the price!
And how you are paying for it!

AND,
If you had expected butter...
You should have been prepared,
To bring your own!
OR...

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the Park

On his stepping out
Of the door
The glasses clinked.

In the park
There was
Leaden silence

But he whooped
Cheerfully
Amidst the trees.

A squirrel
Stared at him
In wonder.

poem by Paul Hartal
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I gave away two dogs years ago because I felt guilty at not being able to give them the time and attention they deserved. I now regularly feed an army of squirrels and wild birds around our house.

quote by Mike Farrell
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Hunting With Dad

I'm going hunting with my dad.
And trust me it's not bad.

I'm hunting rabbits, and squirrels, and stuff.
I might even hunt in a bluff.

This weekend will be so fun.
Just a father and his son.

poem by Garrett Hager
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Nature Calls

NATURE CALLS

Nature calls like a lost lover
Nature calls like a loving mother

Walking in the woods brings joy to my soul
The sights and sounds make me feel whole

Southern Ohio is considered the Appalachia region
I love all the four seasons

The terrain is varied, dissected by mountains, valleys and ravines
There are rocky out cropping and huge boulders left as the glaciers retreated

Many species of trees and shrubs reach maximum size
Legend has it the old owl is wise

In the rich soil of sheltered valleys salamanders and newts hide beneath decaying logs
And occasionally you find your self walking in a bog

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poem by Vickie Gregory
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Cats on the Prowl

Another vivacious misty morn'
As I stumble over a childs' bike
I witness paw prints upon my convertable top
The pattern surprised me, as they roamed to and fro

Not again, as I chuckled secretly
Which one I could not tell
Just one more cat spell
On the rag top of my car

Even on the bumper
Prints galore
Evidently they have no clue, this upsets me
Just relaxin, being king or queen for a brief moment

Perhaps hoping and scoping
For a field mouse
Scurrying around the flower beds of my house
For we constantly are given gifts, from these prowling feline

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poem by Matt Mondschein
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The Solitary Woodsman

When the grey lake-water rushes
Past the dripping alder-bushes,
And the bodeful autumn wind
In the fir-tree weeps and hushes, --
When the air is sharply damp
Round the solitary camp,
And the moose-bush in the thicket
Glimmers like a scarlet lamp, --
When the birches twinkle yellow,
And the cornel bunches mellow,
And the owl across the twilight
Trumpets to his downy fellow, --

When the nut-fed chipmunks romp
Through the maples' crimson pomp,
And the slim viburnum flushes
In the darkness of the swamp, --

When the blueberries are dead,
When the rowan clusters red,

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poem by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
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If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.

quote by George Eliot
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Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel for example - I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation.

quote by Nazim Hikmet
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The Only Thing Constant

travel at
speed sound
snorkelling
at the deepest
of depth
lonely as
hibernating squirrel
happy as
a sudden millionaire
complex as
Einstein theory of Relativity
Universe
the only thing constant -
His Presence

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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