Miss Tamara by Edwina Smith

Leave a comment

Interviewer:
“Where nature takes its toll
the ground is cracked and dry,
folks are found far and few;
one need not wonder why.
In this wild wilderness
some creatures won’t survive.
Today I have a special guest
who’s very much alive”.
Interviewer:
“Thank you Miss Tamara
for taking time to talk.
I see your busy tongue
complete with fancy fork.”
Miss Tamara:
“Oh, it’s such a marvel
which serves me very well.
When I flick it as you see
that’s how snakes can smell.
There’s lots of different scents
I need to know about;
a nifty piece of kit
I couldn’t do without.
As for my fancy fork
so worthy of attention,
it helps me find my food
and works in three-dimension!”
Interviewer:
“It gets so very hot
and cold in winter too.
How do you survive out here
and stay as good as new?”

Miss Tamara:
“I hunt before the heat
becomes too much to bear,
then I seek some shade
a quiet, comfy lair.
Lots of cracks and burrows
have holes so cool and deep.
They shield me from the sun
and make a place to sleep

Come winter, I turn dark
and bask in sun by day.
Come summer, I turn light
so heat reflects away”.
Interviewer:
“There’s little here to eat
and if that’s the case,
where’s your favourite food
in such a lonely place?”
Miss Tamara:
“I can trace a scent
when I poke around,
checking holes and burrows
where native rats are found.
I know just where to look,
where a rat should be
and if I’m very clever
there’s one for lunch or tea!”
Interviewer:
“What about the venom?
There’s been a lot of hype
about its lethal strength,
with serpents of your type.”
Miss Tamara:
“I am totally toxic
as Inland Taipans are.
Way above the scale
most potent snake by far!
But I’d like to add
a word in my defence.
I am awfully shy
and have a lot of sense.“

Interviewer:
“We’ve had a lovely chat,
so far from anywhere.
Perhaps a parting thought
that you’d like to share?”
Miss Tamara:
“I’d rather slip away
to hide and dodge a fight
but if I’m teased or stirred

I will react and bite.
I’m not to be upset.
Do not torment or touch.
Just leave me on my way
and thank you very much!”
Interviewer:
“Without another word
she quickly slides away,
blending into wilderness
to face what comes her way.
The deadliest of snakes
but calm and very measured.
My talk with Miss Tamara
is something to be treasured.”

Miss Tamara by Edwina Smith

Image from Pixabay

Twin Lakes (Haiku) by Class 4L

1 Comment

A beautiful tale
Hydrangeas and lush forests
Blue and green lakes lie.

Twin Lakes by Class 4L – Townsville Grammar School North Shore

Image from Pexels

Teacher’s note: After reading a folk story about the Twin Lakes in Azores, we composed this poem as a class.

My clock’s cuckoo! by James Aitchison

Leave a comment

Tick-tick-tick-tock,

says my clock.

Tock-tock-tock-tick,

it sounds really sick.

Tick-tick-tock-tick,

is it running slow or quick?

Tock-tick-tick-tock,

what a silly clock! 

My clock’s cuckoo! by James Aitchison

Image by Pixabay

Frog watch (Nonet) by Jenny Erlanger

1 Comment

Motionlessly, silently it tracks

the movements of a dragonfly

that hovers now in the reach

of a long, sticky tongue,

another victim

caught unawares

is conquered,

swallowed,

gone

Frog watch by Jenny Erlanger

Image by Pixabay

Devilish Billy Joe by Toni Newell

Leave a comment

Billy Joe is my best friend
Wears a collar, has four legs,
Follows me consistently
If there’s food he often begs.
We live in leafy Doncaster
In a small two-bedroom home
And because I have to work a lot
Billy Joe’s often left alone.
Whilst I’m away at the office
He has the run of the house
And often creates havoc
He’s not as quiet as a mouse.
The neighbours are not happy
When he barks and carries on
But there’s very little I can do
When working on the phone.
His devilish disposition
Gets him into lots of strife
By causing so much damage
Which he’s done all his short life.
So how can I fix this problem
I ask with nought in mind
What can I do to stop him
And a happy solution find.
But then I think of something
Should I find him a friend
Which would keep him occupied
And his destructiveness end.

I put my masterplan in action
Bring home Archer, a puppy
It appears that what I’ve done
Has made Billy Joe very happy.
They seem to get along quite well
And spend their time in play
Until they’re both exhausted
Crash on the couch and stay.
Archer has become
Billy Joe’s best friend
Bringing him home has been
A victory to this end.

Devilish Billy Joe by Toni Newell

Image by Pixabay

Brumbies (Nonet) by Linda Davidson

1 Comment

Galloping through the bush, brumbies run

Led by the strong silver stallion

Glistening coats after rain

Pounding hooves flicking mud

Seven in the herd

A sight to see

Manes flying

Wild and 

Free

Brumbies by Linda Davidson

Image by Pexels

Leaf Litter by Michael Buckingham Gray

Leave a comment

I crunch on a leaf

that spiralled from a tree

that somersaulted down the street

that slept in a doorway

that heard the honks of traffic

that was swept away by a shopkeeper

that was picked up by a woman in a wheelchair

that was passed to a young man with pimples

that he dropped

at my feet

Leaf Litter by Michael Buckingham Gray

Photo of leaf. Taken by Michael Buckingham Gray

Aquarium Staring by Tamara Seselja

Leave a comment

Look at these creatures from deep in the sea
with tentacles, scales and slippery skin.

Are they staring at me?

Observing our species, our children are mesmerised
as they swim and glide through a salt-water tide.

Do they want to eat me?

They’ve put on a show, so they like what we do
creating this space of connection.

It looks like they love to be watched!

Aquarium Staring by Tamara Seselja

Inspired by March Picture Prompt

AQUARIUM by Kaushani Mufti

The Sea by Jeanette Swan

Leave a comment

The wide sea swells with muscular power:

surges under thundering clouds.

Waves

in chaos

rush and tower,

careless of steepness,

smash

in whirls of foam,

slam

on slabs of rock.

Until

tiring,

sighing.

Rays of sunlight

slice a shredded grey sky,

sparkling silver sequins twinkle

on her scaly skin,

and the ocean lies still.

Vast and deep is the mighty sea that roars.

Yet, at curving edges, surfers ride waves,

landing softly on sandy shores.

Sleeping under an afternoon haze,

the sea stretches out between headlands:

a salty green ocean 

beneath the sky’s hot breath.

A toddler with his mother is paddling in the shallows,

where little ripples run up the beach now the storms are gone.

The Sea by Jeanette Swan

Image from Pixabay

Hungry cockatoos by James Aitchison

Leave a comment

Cockatoos eat with their left leg,

their right hangs on to their perch.

They gobble and chew so neatly

without a sideways lurch.

You’ll see them up on the fence,

having a tasty lunch,

feeding themselves an apple,

never missing a single crunch.

Hungry cockatoos by James Aitchison

Hungry cockatoos. Photo by Philip Webster