By Michelle D. Carr
Rocky Squirrel is in a pose.
Cardinal is on his toes.
Hummingbird circles the rose.
Herbert Duck tells and shows.
Tom Anteater sniffs his nose.
Blackie Crow practices his crows.
Sparrow Sue takes time to doze.
Maxi dog runs with the pros.
Rubin pup plays in shadows.
Bossy Blue Jay likes her clothes.
Children laugh at all of those.
| Author Notes | This is for small children and would,hopefully, motivate them to imagine animals differently. |
By Michelle D. Carr
I visit a place called Smushy
all day and night in my bedhead.
The ground in Smushy is mushy
The rivers are rushy and red.
It has pink and gray cliffs and caves;
red crevices and sausage rolls.
They squeeze me with radio waves
and shove me into scary holes.
This land has bridges for crossing
To slippery, slimy, sludgy.
Sparkles spark sprinklers of saucing,
spreading air to swollen pudgy.
You ask why go and spend time there.
If I didn’t go I’d feel dead.
My brain is the Smushy I wear.
I like to spend time in my head.
By Michelle D. Carr
I love playing this game.
But you must have good aim.
And enough wins to claim.
Or you will not gain fame.
And none will know your name.
And that is a big shame.
By Michelle D. Carr
Spike lived in a city.
And one day in that gritty city.
He encountered Pebbles, a kitty.
She was a pretty kitty.
So Spike wrote her a ditty.
Which He thought was a witty ditty.
And Pebbles showed Spike pity.
And he is happy in the gritty city with the pretty kitty.
By Michelle D. Carr
Manny and Maisie meerkat had one hope.
They wanted to slip away to elope.
They lived in burrows they made on a slope.
So one night, Manny threw Maisie a rope.
But mama meerkat saw it and said, “ Nope.”
Manny thought Maisie must think him a dope.
The two would have to find a way to cope.
For now, they only sit around and mope.
By Michelle D. Carr
Mabel the Maple cried all night.
She waved for help with her long stem.
She called for help to ease her plight.
Her sore feet…she could not move them.
Mabel the Maple cried all night.
Red Cardinal ignored her pleas.
The squirrel wanted to ease her plight
But he was too small to bring ease.
Mabel the Maple cried all night.
Her feet were trapped deep in the dirt.
She waved her branches in her fright.
But no one cared that her feet hurt.
Mabel the Maple cried all night.
The next day the gardener came.
He tried his best to set things right.
To pull her up would be a shame.
Mabel the Maple cried all night.
He tied her trunk up to his truck
What happened next was quite a sight.
Her feet are freed now from the muck!
By Michelle D. Carr
Couldn't write this poem.
No inspiration.
Then into my home,
walked a wild lion with a penguin.
By Michelle D. Carr
My Rubin and Max,
at days end help me relax
as I rub their backs.
By Michelle D. Carr
By Michelle D. Carr
A two hour work week for mom and dad.
A one hour school day, for recess.
My cats and dogs never die.
Unicorns live next door.
Ice cream for breakfast.
Brother loves me.
You love me,
Just like
God
By Michelle D. Carr
Feathered friends welcome,
Both plain and handsome.
Please take a table or bar seat.
No tipping please
Eat at your ease.
We value birdies who repeat.
Little sparrows make room
for the big crows to zoom.
Tweeting allowed within reason,
Or the squirrels will come
And you won’t get a crumb.
Until you fly south for the season.
By Michelle D. Carr
How to grow tulips?
I speak to them with two lips.
Give water in sips.
By Michelle D. Carr
Anteater, what is your calling?
Inquired the hummingbird.
Your snout is appalling,
your tongue is absurd.
I may look forlorn
but I give pleasure.
Before I was born
He called me a treasure.
He gave me my appetites
which I try to deserve.
I crave ants and termites.
That is how I serve.
I am not honored
like lions or kings,
Or lavishly furred
with raccoon rings.
My Lord loves me.
He made me this way.
I can just be.
He will always stay.
What is your calling,
helicopter in flight?
I find you enthralling.
You hum but don't fight.
I'm called to be seen.
Not to bring doom.
To act like a queen.
Humming my tune.
| Author Notes | Every living thing has a meaning to discover, which gives a sense of purpose and this is created within them from the womb. |
By Michelle D. Carr
By Michelle D. Carr
They are cute
They are playful.
Life without them
would be awful.
They challenge us
with attitude
until we serve
the perfect food.
They disobey commands
to "eat!",
but hear the happy words,
"Get treat"
Bath time is
a dreaded chore,
but muddied paws
are dreaded more.
Their barks smile.
Their eyes beseech.
Their wiggles giggle.
It is their speech.
We walk them out.
They pull ahead
and only rest
at night in bed.
But morning brings
more joy and play.
So we enjoy
another day.
They come as blessings
from above.
These Maker's gifts
of gentle love.
| Author Notes | As a psychiatric nurse practitioner, I have the happy duty of writing letters for people to have their emotional support dogs with them whenever possible. They are the best medicine! |
By Michelle D. Carr
Herbert is my big Muscovy duck.
He visits when he wants his bread.
He only quacks...never clucks.
He wears a red jeweled beak,
Envied by the geese.
Herbert, come home.
I miss you.
Much love,
Mom.
| Author Notes | Herbert does come by for bread but is very unreliable and doesn't stay long. |
By Michelle D. Carr
Soprano singing sparrows,
baritone barking blue jays
cry out demanding "Waiter!"
Until the cafe opens.
Cardinal Dizzy Dean shows up
dressed in red, he lunches solo.
Rocky hogs the sunflower bench.
Binge-eating squirrels stay for hours.
Chef's special seeds fill tables and jars.
An open bar of waterfalls serve
A sweet, rich, red hummingbird liqueur.
A two course breakfast of corn and millet
announces the dawning of a new day.
The owner serves till dusty dusk
then flips the sign to "CAFE CLOSED".
Nightfall comes and animal spirits
will meet the comforting dream angel.
He tells happy heart-held secrets
to these much-loved flying creatures.
Father protects the sleeping innocents
from those who seek to hurt or destroy them.
The day-time Waiter rests while His Sower
plants seeds of wonder in their sleeping wombs.
Nature labors and Doc Love delivers.
Truth and Life are born and slide out screaming.
Creation awakes again and sunlight invites all
to celebrate the dawn inside the Squirrelly-Bird Cafe.
| Author Notes | Inspired by observations of the daily gathering in my backyard of my furry and feathered friends. |
By Michelle D. Carr
Sardines...
I like them on bread.
They still have a head.
And they are dead...
But I like them.
| Author Notes | Part of a larger poem conveying the idea that we are likeable in spite of and maybe even because of our flaws. |
By Michelle D. Carr
Harriet Hummingbird heard Hector Hawfinch
harmonizing holy hymns.
His haunt had hundreds harmonizing Hoopoes.
Harriet hoped happy-go-lucky Hector
had high-spirited high-jinx happening.
Hector hoped Harriet had hidden hideaways
honoring him.
Harriet held Hector hugging hotly.
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