The Hyena is renowned for its cackle--
Not so of bats, birds, snakes, whales or jackals.
So, why such an intense sense of humor?
Perhaps, it's just a human-lampooner.
Hyena [Lyric Poem]
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Category Archives: nature
African Tulip [Haiku]
dense bloom clusters
of one week are a carpet
on the ground the next.
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Baboon [Lyric Poem]
I would never wish to impugn
That noble creature, the baboon.
Some say mean things about their fangs,
But about their gnarly butts-- DAAANG!
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Ostrich [Lyric Poem]
For the Ostrich, I feel quite bad:
The bird's great gift, it never had.
But, a flighted one, I don't wish to see;
I'd hate to have a falling one land on me.
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Late to the Hunt [Senryū]
tardy deer hunter
finds a deer grazing beside
his hunter's stand.
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Bear [Lyric Poem]
Walking down a trail, I had quite a scare --
For walking straight towards me was a big ole bear.
It glanced at me, and then down at its feet,
Then that speciesist bear had the nerve to cross the street.
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Macaque [Lyric Poem]
I feared a big macaque attack
As I walked by, turning my back.
Though its expression seemed ill-meaning,
I turned to see it was still preening.
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PROMPT: Screentime
How do you manage screen time for yourself?
Many ways, really: e.g. Go for a walk or otherwise move. Forget it exists. When the WiFi goes down, take it as a sign from the universe. Juggle. Do something productive.
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Red Hibiscus [Haiku]
the red hibiscus
draws attention to itself,
while pointing downward.
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“Grown about by Fragrant Bushes” by Robert Louis Stevenson [w/ Audio]
Grown about by Fragrant bushes,
Sunken in a winding valley,
Where the clear winds blow
And the shadows come and go,
And the cattle stand and low
And the sheep bells and the linnets
Sing and tinkle musically.
Between the past and the future,
Those two black infinities
Between which our brief life
Flashes a moment and goes out.
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