Krispy by Jeanie Axton

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Krispy’s now a famous bear

who could not believe his luck

right there in town late one night

an open door on a donut  truck.

Well, he licked his lips and in he went

chocolate, cinnamon and sprinkles galore.

Krispy just couldn’t get enough

two in each of his furry paws.

However, he was caught red handed

told to leave the truck quick smart

but not before the film crew arrived

Krispy played the perfect part.

He smiled right into the camera

showing of his sugary grin

then waddled back to the woods

to boast of his big win.

Alas, the other bears

hearing the truck was securely locked

grumbled and grunted loudly

“ Why did you not bring us a box!”

This poem was based on a CBS news article from Alaska https://www.cbsnews.com/amp/news/bears-caught-camera-raiding-krispy-kreme-doughnut-van-alaska/

Seagull Saga by Monty Edwards

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While I was walking by the sea
A seagull chose to follow me,
But soon one gull turned into two,
Then three, then four, began a queue!

When five or six swelled to a crowd
Their conversation grew quite loud.
This made it clear I’d have no peace
Without some way to make them cease.

I clapped my hands and stamped my feet,
I waved my cap, but faced defeat:
A few wings fluttered, webbed feet shuffled,
But squarks continued, quite unmuffled.

Seagull numbers kept on mounting!
It was then I started shouting:
“Please, I yelled, “Please go away!”
Not one gull did. They chose to stay.

Quite suddenly I had a hunch
That what they wanted was my lunch!
Can a seagull lick its lips?
Yes, it will, for fish and chips!

So off I ran to grassy ground,
There with seagulls all around,
I unwrapped lunch and chose to share:
Whoosh! Gulls arrived from everywhere!!

Pigeon by Michael Buckingham Gray

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after lunch

in the lull of mid-afternoon

you start cooing…

and

lure me

from the sunlight

into the shadows

into the shadows

of sleep

Sea Gazing by James Aitchison

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I wonder what’s out in the ocean,

hiding under the sea?

A coral reef or a pirate ship,

with a chest full of treasure for me? 

I wonder what’s out in the ocean,

hiding under the waves?

A great big whale or a dolphin,

or an octopus in a cave?

I don’t know what’s out in the ocean,

it’s too far away to reach.

So I’ll just close my eyes and dream

here on the soft sandy beach.

The Evolution of the Resolution by Jacinta Lou

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It’s a new year and I’m supposed to make a resolution.
A promise to myself to do better –
to continue my evolution.
Eat less sugar.
Do my homework on time.
Less screen time –
no I don’t think I’ll promise that.
But then I heard people say, new year’s resolutions only last a few weeks.
A month at best!
So I’m going to start a revolution and do away with new year’s resolutions.
Unless it’s eating more chocolate.
And more screen time.
And maybe more books.
Happy New Year!

At The Dinosaurs’ New Year Parade by Katherine Gallagher

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Dandy dinosaurs dancing

Dreamy dinosaurs drinking

Dexterous dinosaurs dinking

Dainty dinosaurs dazzling

Devilish dinosaurs diving

Dozy dinosaurs dallying

Delicate dinosaurs dawdling

Dimpled dinosaurs drooping

Image courtesy of Vector Stock

A Trick of the Dark by Celia Berrell

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Creating a poem,
a story or art
is like making magic
alone in the dark.
Stirring-up spells
from our heart and mind
that fuse into charms
we’ve yearned to find.

Before we can conjure
these wizardly wares
we first need to practice
with pace and care
to sharpen our craft
for every line.
Then out of the dark,
enchantment will shine.

In response to Resolutions, Hopes and Creativity prompt

The Snowy River by James Aitchison

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Born in the ranges

where horses run free,

tumbling and chasing

its way to the sea.

Fed by the snows,

broadening now,

no shadow or cloud

its waters allow.

The great Snowy River,

watched by this tree,

sweeps on to victory

and enters the sea.

Thirsty Work by Andrew Plant

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My giraffe is so very high 

That she can almost touch the sky 

She reaches up to the tallest of trees 

And off of their branches she eats their leaves 

But my giraffe must get thirst I think 

So what does she do when she wants a drink 

She has to bend down and make herself shorter  

So she can drink from the cool clear water 

Then when she’s finished up again  

I think that it must be a terrible strain 

I wonder if she would be aloud 

To drink the water out of the cloud? 

The Bearded Lady by Warren Cox

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My mother’s got a wicked beard.
It wasn’t there last week.
I’m not sure that I like it
but it’s certainly unique.

She took a nap the other day
and slept for just a minute,
and when she woke she found
a Willy Wagtail nesting in it.

She points at other people’s beards
and says “They all look scruffy.”
She washes hers twice every day
to keep it light and fluffy.

At first dad didn’t like it much.
He said “It isn’t funny,”
but he’s selling photos of it now
and making lots of money.

At least it’s good for sea-side trips,
it keeps us cool and shady
so I guess there’s some advantage
when your mum’s the bearded lady.