#CYW #Manatee
Living under water
Looking after the bed
Making sure he and his family are fed
Keeping the sea grass as short as can be
the underwater moo – moo – the manatee
Tag: Grass
#Coloryourworld #CYW #junglegreen
Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the garden
Up shoot the blades from that packet you bought from the DIY Store
Not like your regular grass – this lot grow an awful lot faster
Going up as high as a giraffe’s neck
Local’s wonder where you disappeared to
Encapsulated by grass as you sit on your garden chairs
Goats taking over llandudno (print by inky from original photo by A.Stuart)
Salford (Via Llandudno) , 31st March 2020
A tale of Goats in the welsh town of Llandudno, written by inky,
inspired by an ITV News article :
The Goats are taking over
and they’re heading into town
they’re happy to play, no-one to chase them away
for their shepherd’s gone to ground
The cars have abandoned the tarmac
so they’re running down the road
chomping on box wood and flowers
in their new abode
The goats are taking over
whilst the people are indoors
they’re coming down from the mountains
the pastures and the moors
The humans are all in their houses
so the goats have left hills for their tea
munching on grasses and heather around
as happy as can be on the ground
#Fowc #Dirt
Destination – Under the Grass
It’s the place where the bulbs and seeds
Rest before its time to say hi to the sunshine
Treading on it – leaves a mark on it and a mark on you!
A tale of two neighbourhood cats – c/o my profile on allpoetry.com
Sat on a grassy spot,
someplace by the house
two brothers sit on the outside porch
dreaming about a mouse
They’re waiting for their mum
to serve up summat for tea
and have been playing in the backyard
rolling in the grass with glee
Prowling through the green grass
as not to be seen or heard
pouncing on patches of lawn
hunting for a bird
Climbing on tables and chairs
in their fur all black and white
pondering what’s their catfood tray
thinking – what’s for tea tonight ?
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In their finest
On a Sunday morning,
In the bright sunshine
You’ll see them all
In their finest
Taking a walk
With husband or wife
Along with the children,
Escaping the strife
No work for the blacksmith
The shops are all closed
They’ve all been to church
So a walk is proposed
And while making their way
To the local town fair
Some humbugs and sweets
The family will share
As mum and dad rest
In their boaters and hats
The children play games
With the balls and their bats
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Silent ballad of pollen park
Cant say a word
theyre rejoicing on the greens
as blossoms cover everywhere
round tree roots and inbetween
and in the warmth the flowers sway
playing in the breeze
floating around, without a sound
moving pollen with the bees
grabbing the poor sneezing soul
with hay fever by the throat
as pollen collects en masse like an army
around his collar and coat
and while he sits on the park bench
hed love to go and play
wi others on the large pitch
but pollens in his way
Mushroom
A response to the daily post prompt by inky
Small mushroom sits amongst the leaves and the grass
minding its own as the wildlife pass
getting what it can from nearby trees and the rain
taking up water from the natural drain
a late night poem, rewritten from my notebooks – enjoy.
In cold damp and dark
out in the park
a small brown toadstool
sits hiding in the grass
shy and retiring
not best in its class
sheltered by reeds, in the wind and rain
camouflauged by the grass
drinking slowly from the drain
In the green of the park
Never miss a moment
Vast numbers of creatures live
In every nook and cranny across the field of grass
Some, sleep in the wood – whilst others live
In the ground, pushing up the grass you play on
Birds nest hide away – but you have to
Look closely after grabbing their food they hide
Enjoy your game of Hide and seek – with such luck – you might get a peek!
