If you were a Giraffe
If you were a giraffe,
with a drain-long, crane-strong, swing-along neck,
would you just eat leaves?
I wouldn’t.
I’d be a spy.
I’d peep over fences ten feet high,
and snoop through windows up in the sky,
and peer into aeroplanes cruising by,
spying all day with my aerial eye
to catch all the crooks and thieves.
Well, I’d do something anyway.
I wouldn’t just eat leaves.
Published in: Better Than Starbucks Magazine – print & online.
Fishes
Fishes
Tiny, shiny
Flashing, dashing, diving
Glimpses of ocean mystery
Teasers
Published in: An Animal Poem for Every Day of the Year, publisher: Nosy Crow
Butterfly
On wings flake-fragile,
petal-frail, you somehow sail,
mile after long mile.
Published in: An Animal Poem for Every Day of the Year, publisher: Nosy Crow
The Owl
As I freed a moth from my window,
I heard a screech…
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