Art by Rebecca Kemp
Deep within the jungles is she, poised upon a log
The last of a once thriving breed, her only friend a frog
Secrets of her species past is soon to fade away
Man has come and captured them to place upon display
There is no history to write if no ones there to read
And now she holds just eight lives left, but no more does she need
So back into her jungle lair, she will creep to spend the night
But Sun won't bring a bright new day, just shine upon her fright
lilTrink
Shes lonely there, beside her lair
waiting by the tree
for life she waits, to bring her fates
or grant her company
the frog waits too, his feet do glue
himself upon a wall
he's green and plain, sits out in rain
and not her type at all
and so these two, both feeling blue
will never start creating
whats right there, a friendship rare
and spend their whole lives waiting
Purring_Kitten
Theres an ol tree frog
sitting there up on his log
Staring at an empty space
with no expression showing in his face
And music's in the air
but no one feels like singing there
The cat seems beaten by despair
and my eyes keep fixing back up on her hair
I think this picture shows us pain
and the muggy time before the rain
Like a party thrown where no one came
and my eyes keep fixing back up on her hair
Rat-atat
Prowling thru the jungle
A cat no one can tame
Hunting for her dinner
Or a mate without a name
Claws she has extended
Bark or meat to shred
As she hunts the jungle
She's an enemy to dred
Hunger is her passion
Man and beast beware
Desire to be sated
She will get her share
As the starlight crumbles
And the sun begins to shine
Desire slips into dreams
Of a litter so divine
Kit10ish
The leopard queen,
Ruler of the ancient feline kingdom,
Prowls the golden glades
Of her enchanted realm.
She slips silently between the light
And the shadow,
Seen only when she wants to be seen.
No prying eyes can discover her
When she wishes to hide,
And none can avoid her
When she wants her will to be known.
Her beauty surpasses the dawn,
Her power surpasses the sea,
And her passion surpasses the fiercest of men.
They say she searches,
Searches for an old love,
Whom she left in another life,
But now wishes to find.
And so she prowls the golden glades
Of her ancient realm,
Searching for him,
Slipping between the light
And the shadow
Her beauty unfading,
Her power unfailing,
Her passion eternal.
Oreja
I hope this tree has strong bark,
for if not it will be scored by cat claw marks.
Yes I have too have a poem there,
for a friend requested to place so all could stare.
Although I am into things more visually,
I guess like some I have a bit of poet also in me.
Aussie_Chatter
Note: this poem was written at the spur of the moment as I noticed the first line rhymed.
I made to this poem to say Hi to all, and show i am still around
and still although not often, I am still alive and active in Cyber Town.
Don't be shy and inbox me,
at my Star Block, SFC
Aussie_Chatter
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