Droplet

This little story has gotten a lot of people's attention.

Once upon a time, there was a little clear drop of dew desperately clinging to the end of a fern one rainy, cold early spring morning. This little droplet clung to this fern for dear life, while observing it's comrades hang beside him, and many unknown droplets resembling him falling very quickly from the Up. Now this little clear droplet had no idea how it had gotten there, how it had been created, or what would become of it. All it knew was that it had been a part of a huge misty mass floating in the Up. But for this tiny moment, it cherished it's singularity, being on it's own, being unique, hanging there alone. In this tiny moment, it felt no fear at all, clinging to that fern, before falling and becoming a part of the puddle with all of his comrades once more.

Bear

Here's one of my favorite bear poems that I made

Me, sleeping
Late at night
Tucked under the covers
In the faint summer's light

Suddenly, I
Hear something downstairs
Scared out of my wits
I think "Bears!"

I creep down the stairs
As quietly as I could
I peer 'round the corner
A bear with a hood!

It was standing upright
As clear as can be
Suddenly I could see
He had an injured left knee

Now, if I could tell you
How strange it was
It was about as unreal as
The wizard of oz

This bear had an intention
Though I didn't know what
It lumbered to the freezer
And opened it up

He got something
As I could see
He fondled the ice-cream
Then he looked at me

As I looked closer
I saw what I saw
It was my dad
All bulky and tall

I knew it wasn't a bear
Just a family member
Why I assumed a bear though
I cannot remember

Now that I caught my dad
Stealing the ice-cream
He smiled innocently
Then the first sun beam!

I thought
Hey, it's not morning yet
Then I woke up
Dreaming, I bet

Now that's the story
All said and done
I think it's brilliant
I think I won!

Dodo

On the topic of dodos, here's a short poem.

Big Claws
Sharp teeth
The dodo is uniquely sleek

A giant array
Of pompous feathers
The dodo is better than the betters

Upon his head
A mighty fine hat
And a tux on a dodo is a sight at that

Dancing, doing
a mighty fine jig
Or maybe he should just war a wig

Even with
A flightless wing
To fly all he has to do is FLING!

The Cricket's Chirp

I made up this short story about how the cricket got it's chirp.

Cricket lived by the oak tree. He was very wise, but he could not talk. All of the other animals knew of his wisdom, but were unable to understand him. Cricket tried many things. He went out into the meadow one day and took a few blades of grass. He tried gesturing to his friends, but still they remained confused. One day he was jumping along the riverbank, desperately searching for a method of communication. Suddenly, his leg got caught under some falling rocks. as he attempted to free himself, by chance his legs had rubbed together. A faint chirrup sound emerged. Cricket was caught by surprise. Beetle, who was basking nearby, heard the cricket and came to his rescue. When they returned to the old oak tree, the cricket tried rubbing his legs together once more. A beautiful loud chirrup sound came out. All the other animals gathered around Cricket to hear him chirp. And to this day, Beetle and Cricket have always been friends, and Cricket is most proud of his chirp.

An Ode To The Grizzy

This is a poem I made up when I was doing a project on grizzlies.

Grizzled mane
Sharp teeth
Ruler of the top of the world

Very large
A living tank
Those who oppose him might get hurled

Fierce
And fuzzy too
His coat is slick, sleek, and new

When summer comes
He finds a mate
Then, a baby bear, or two

Standing up
He's really tall
Then a deep sleep hibernation

To tell the truth
They're the biggest
Carnivore in all the nation

When they hunt
It's sad
When they eat what's in your nest

But it must happen
Or else
Deer would be the best

So show some respect
That's all they want
For us to realize

That bears being
All mean and such
Are just a bunch of lies!