Meet the Meerkat war-dance band.
They’ll talk you through the battle plan.
If neighbouring tribes come on our land
this dance will have them canned and banned.

First, we line-dance with a bounce,
tails held high as though to pounce.
Looking big with fur all fluffed,
now arch those backs then stare and huff.

Scratch the ground with sharp front claws,
and kick the dirt, bob on all fours.
Looking mean, we’ll scratch and bite them
… if this war-dance doesn’t fright them!


Inspired this Science Daily article.

We stand at attention on our rock;
the perfect place, we all agree
to watch the regular displays
of meermortals gathering to see

how closely we are watching them
as, squealing inexplicably,
they point as if they think our home 
is where they really want to be.

I have a clock
that tells the time
with only one hand
and a mighty chime.

I think it is
A clever clock.
It doesn't go tick,
It only goes tock.

Attached between the branches
of an artist’s chosen trees
a masterpiece of nature
quivers gently in the breeze.
Caressed by gentle rainfall
it holds fast within its stays,
the sun creating diamonds
as the lacework lightly sways.

But looks can be deceptive,
our perception can be wrong.
This filigree’s not fragile,
but miraculously strong
and made with no attention
to emotions humans feel.
This work’s a mere contraption
made to catch a tasty meal.