by Claire de la Grange |
Categories:
history, lost love,
At Otter Lake, whilst welkin starry clear,
A ghostly wail bruits eerily despair,
And eyes appear alit like embers near,
At Otter Lake.
Avaunt, the trappers pray, bedim thy glare;
In sooth, thy mourning grieves a bygone year,
From earthly bourn, ascend to angels care.
Arose a zephyr, thick as bloodied air,
And shrieking withered every soul with fear,
To where a man durst lay his footsteps there,
At Otter Lake.
by Lewis Raynes |
Categories:
animal, creation, cute love,
The elusive, furry platypus,
Is a surviving monotreme,
Living above and below the water,
Of any Aussie stream,
Where it lives a pure autonomous life,
With a bric a brac design,
Made up from bits of others,
A sort of animal Frankenstein,
With its duck bill mouth and otter foot,
And beaver sort of tail,
And then it’s got its venomous poison,
In a curly black toenail,
And, as a mammal, what’s really odd,
It lays eggs like a chook…
These are reasons I love spotting platypus,
When they’re swimming in a brook.
by Linda Fowler |
Categories:
animal, cat, longing, love, romance, sweet,
Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
Out for a morning run.
I pass the open market
and see old man Crockett,
his cheeks work-worn scarlet.
Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
Out for a morning run.
Max the cat, sits, blinking
at his world through twinkling
light. What is he thinking?
Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
Out for a morning run.
A dancing bay otter
churns the bright water,
playing teeter totter.
Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
Out for a morning run.
Suddenly I spot her
Rose, fisherman’s daughter,
My warm cheeks burn hotter.
Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
Out for a morning run.