By Arvind Krishna Mehrotra
Set with raindrops, displayedbetween the king’s mantle and the litchi tree,was the cobweb I almost walked...
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- By Linda Sue Parkcurve and swoosh of wondrous white brushstroked black the throat and wings modest cap of scarlet stretch...
- By Pat MoraSummer’s ending. I sit on my desert rock, listen to the world’s hum. Crows and ravens caw, finches ...
- By Betsy FrancoSend to: [email protected] From: [email protected] When writing friends an email I sometimes &p*&%...
- By Marilyn Singerapril is a dog's dream the soft grass is growing the sweet breeze is blowing the air all full of singing...
- By Darren SardelliMy doggy ate my essay. He picked up all my mail. He cleaned my dirty closet and dusted with his tail...
- By Carmen Bernier-GrandOne tiny tree frog with big eyes sings happily, “Kokee! Kokee!” His brother comes to bother. Coquí doesn...
- By Margarita Engleyou can't see us not like those golden frogs flashing their beauty because we're not here pretend we...
- By Stephen SwinburneI live in a room by the sea, where the view is great and the food is free. Some of the tenants come ...
- By Sallie WolfThe robin makes a laughing sound. It makes me stop and look around to see just what the robin sees— ...
- By Katherine HauthWhen you know that vore means eat, you will know that insectivores feed on grasshoppers, moths, and butterflies, mosquitoes...
- By Katherine HauthMosquitoes, with needle-noses sucking blood from elbows, cheeks, and chin why were you not designed ...
- By Sallie WolfAn owl once perched in my tree at night (when most birds cannot see). But when the sun rose, he was ...
- By Eloise GreenfieldIt takes more than a wish to catch a fish you take the hook you add the bait you concentrate and then...
- By Marilyn NelsonOstrich and Lark started each morning together at first light, day in and day out. And they parted at...
- By Roald DahlThe crocodile, with cunning smile, sat in the dentist’s chair. He said, “Right here and everywhere my...
- By Vachel LindsayThere was a little turtle. He lived in a box. He swam in a puddle. He climbed on the rocks. He snapped...
- By Joan Bransfield GrahamSeptember breeze, an island chill, the streets so quiet . . . still, seem wider now but soon they fill...