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Family of Squirrels

The following children’s poem was written in response to Crispina’s weekly challenge. 

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There’s a tree in the field where squirrels love to play

The trunk is partially hollowed out, come with me to see it today

I’ll introduce you to my friends

You’ll see that there are ten

A family of squirrels that all have names

They are friendly and quite tame

Mama likes to sit on my boot

She really is such hoot

Squirrel Daddy

Never treats anyone badly

Then there is Fuzzy whos never bathed

He was very stinky the other day

The eldest girls name is Pearly

and yes she is squirrely

Next, there are the twin’s Skippy and Slappy

They’re so much fun and always happy

A flying squirrel whose name is Rocky

His mama says he’s quite cocky

Another male, that’s quite burly

Due to his tail, his name is Curly

Abby is my favorite girl

She loves to whirl and twirl

The last of the ten is named Sandy

She’s always asking me for candy

Please come along with me today

Meet the squirrels who love to play

 

© Susan Zutautas 2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is There a Monster Underneath

The following poem was written in response to #Crimson’s Creative Challenge #70.

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What lurks beneath?

Perhaps something with very large teeth.

Will it bite me if I look to see?

Will it bite me in the knee?

Maybe it’s friendly

Maybe it’s deadly

I don’t wait around

Time to leave this town

Running as fast as I can

Back to my van

 

 

 

The Old Farm

The following was written for Crispina’s weekly challenge called Crimson’s Creative Challenge. 

CCC#67

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Once profitable

Now sits sadly abandoned

To be dismantled

 

© Susan Zutautas 2020

 

 

The Eagle Haiku

stone eagle

Watching for his meal

He sits high upon his perch

Ready to take flight

 

This majestic bird

Has a wingspan of eight feet

Powerfully fast

 

Lives up to twenty

A natural carnivore

Can easily swim

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

This haiku was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #56.

Fallen Leaves

This silly poem was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #52.

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Skipping through the woods

Avoiding all the leaves they could

Not wanting to hurt any

and let me tell you … there were many

Stopping every now and then

To pick the pretty ones to defend

Carefully put them into a book

not wanting them to crook

Taking them all back to their mothers

Perhaps one would use them to recover

Recover what? you ask

Silly me, their facemasks

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stained Glass – Haiku

CCC#47

Brilliance of colours

Shine through stained glass reflecting

yellows, blues, and reds

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #47.

 

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #41

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Fred, look over there, what the hell is that?

Ethell, that there is a Canadian goose and he’s staring back at us.

What do you think he’s doing here Fred?

He’s probably cruizing around just like we are in search of food.

Maybe we should go over and introduce ourselves. I hear Canadians are quite friendly.

I’ve heard that Canadian geese can be quite rude Ethell if you get too close to them.

Okay, Fred then let’s get the flock out of here.

 

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This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #41.

Day at the Seashore

4 stanza haiku about the seashore

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Bridge or Fence

CCC#34

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“Seems like a strange place to put a fence don’t you think? Looks like they wanted to give you the impression that it’s a bridge, yet I don’t see any water, do you? Want to go and explore?” she asked.

“I’m sure it’s private property but … what the hell, he said, Let’s see where it goes at least.”

 

There was a bridge, across the road

From here I could see there were toads

We crossed the road and to our surprise

The bridge was covered in big black fly’s

Then it hit us like a ton of bricks

The smell was bad and it was thick

So we left the bridge alone

Decided to run, all the way home

 

“It’s bloody sewer pipes. Why make such a pretty bridge over something that smells so bad!” she said.

“Come on, let’s get as far away as possible from this place. They probably did this to deter people from poking around on their property.”

 

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This post is for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #34.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Little Bird Changed The Day

Crimson's creative challenge #25

As the day got hotter and hotter

I sat staring off into the water

Dreaming of better days

Wishing the bad ones would go away

Worrying about so many things

Then I heard a little bird sing

My mood suddenly improved

I became quite amused

The little bird upon the rock

Made me smile, what a shock

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This poem was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.