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King-A Cat Playbook Mini

Don't come at me! Can you not see? I'm the toughest around! You think you're strong? You'll see you're wrong! I'll swat you right to the ground! I can see out so far! And touch all the stars! I'm hundred of stories high! You can't get me down, Or out of your town! No matter how many planes you do fly! I'm the strongest ape! Just look at my shape! You have no control over me! Try as you might, You can't match my fight! It's hopeless, soon you will see! Old Cat and Dog stared As Young Cat, teeth bared, Hung off of his tallest cat post. Swatting at flies, With intense, glaring eyes, In his daydream completely engrossed. "Cats are so weird," Dog simply sneered. Old Cat just shook his old head. "Don't say 'all cats'- We're not all like that. Young Cat's simply, um, spirited." "What can he be thinking?" Dog asked, staring, blinking At Young Cat, with his limbs all askew. Giving shoulders a shrug And

Multiple Confusion

  If Goose meet for a party, they become Geese. By why aren't many Moose also called Meese? And more than one Ox somehow become Oxen, But when a Fox joins his pals, we don't  call them Foxen. While we're at it-Octopuses or just Octopi? Hippopotamuses?  Hippos?  Hippopotami? The bird Grouse flies with others, and they are termed Grouses. But a Mouse and his buddies aren't called Mouses? Many Bison and Sheep are having a ball Knowing in groups, their names don't change at all. Fungus and Cactus don't just add "e", "s"- Oh no!  You use "i", adding to the mess! We can find ourselves entertained at the Zoo, But thinking about it, are you confused too? There's no common rule to use for beast groups- To learn correct terms has us  jumping through hoops. I imagine he is having a good laugh at us, Figuring out what to call two hippopotamus. I am referring of course, no doubt, to the bloke Who made up different rules as some kind of joke.

Like Ducks to Water

Today was the day, fresh out of the nest. The babies would put their skills to the test. Mama led first, assuming they'd follow Her to the lake, near them in the hollow. She leapt out of the nest, and turned to her brood, "We learn swimming today!" as they finished  their food. They looked at Mom, questions in their eyes, Though this should not have come as a surprise. "Do we have to swim?" "The nest feels so snug!" "Up close to each other it's easy to hug!" "Why go to lake, so cold and so wet? "To be damp and chilly until the sun sets?" Mama Duck rolled her eyes, and then she had said, "Swimming's what we do, it's why Duck  feet are webbed! Our feathers protect us from chilly waters. So come now, all of my sons and my daughters." Reluctant, the Chicks filed out of the nest  With less excitement than Mom would  have guessed. They left, walking with

Prickly

The Hedgehog felt a little down. Lonely, he felt quite sad. Such a friendly and outgoing guy, But hugs he never had. By nature, he was warm-hearted, And loved to talk and chat. But his quills were sharp, so friends stayed far. He couldn't blame them for that. On a walk he saw the Rabbit, Teary and wet-eyed. Rabbit explained he stubbed his toe. "It hurts so much!" he cried. Hedgehog gave his sympathies, And thought a hug would help. But as his spikes stuck Rabbit, He shouted, "Ouch!" and yelped. Rabbit frowned and limped away. Hedgehog then did lament,  "My aim was to give comfort- Pain was never my intent." He could not play with his mates, Not Touch Football nor Tag, Red Rover, Leapfrog, or Hand Clap. And not Capture the Flag. They didn't want to leave him out. They did like him so much. But what else could they do When his body hurt to touch? So Hedgehog would walk b

Birds of a Feather

In New York, people move so fast, Tall buildings line your sight. When the sun sets, lights turn on, Bright as day in dark of night. In urban streets you wouldn't think That wildlife abounds. But there are many animals On these concrete grounds. In Central Park you see, of course,  Birds of different hues. Squirrels, Raccoons and Mice you'll see Romping within your view. But the animal that you'll see most  Is the common street Pigeon. The City Bird of New York, And that's where we begin... Our Pigeon today has just moved Into the borough of Manhattan, From the relative quieter place Of an island we call Staten. On his own for the first time, While an avenue he crossed, He found himself a bit lonely And feeling a little lost. Seeking a flock, the right fit- A place he could belong, But everywhere that he looked, Things seemed to just go wrong. First he tried a group of birds Outside a hot dog

Evolution

Evolution's quite a thing- Amazed, it makes me gape. But do you ever stop and think, What if we had not come from Apes? If we were close to Snakes, Would we slither all around? Would we have built our buildings A little closer to the ground? Or from the Birds, who fly with ease, We'd evolved our shape and form? Would sharp beaks instead of mouths And bright feathers be our norm? Dogs, they say, are man's best friend. But if they were ancestors long ago, Instead of shaking hands Would we sniff butts to say hello? Our better yet, our Feline pets? Stuck up jerks, Cats we do label. But what if we came from them , Would we  knock objects off the tables? Lizards, another branch- How'd that evolution flow? Changing colors like Chameleons, Is how emotions we would show? Or from Fireflies, would we glow? Or if Wasps, sting enemies? Would we spin webs like Spiders do Or make honey like the Bees? Could we sho

In a Nutshell...

Squirrel thought it was his lucky day! The biggest nut he'd ever seen Was just lying there, in the grass As he went on his routine. He rubbed his paws together, Excited by what he had found. Squirrel circled his new treasure In front of him on the ground. It did look a little odd, A bit more circular in form. But he simply thought the nut Was a deformed oak acorn. It was very smooth to touch, A speckling, here and there- But gosh the size was just so big He really didn't care! Though it was rounded, Squirrel thought, "Just the easier to move!" He began to roll it cross the lawn, Sure the Mrs. would approve. It rolled easily to his tree, But it was too big to bring up. He called out to his wife To see this thing close up. Amazed by this huge nut, The Mrs. scurried close. "How do we bring it up the tree? What do you propose?" Squirrel stopped and thought a bit. "We should bury it
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