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Animals

Mixosaurus

#writephoto #bones #dinosaur

Skulls (Image:KL Caley)

The box simply read “unknown”

Bits of various dug up bone

Parts of the prehistoric puzzle

that didn’t match up with

triceratops or stegosaurus’s jigsaw

samples taken – no definitive answer

so they took a rest – in cotton wool

while the t-rex and others sat under starlight

questions remained

as professors hunted for clues

but where would they start – and what would they do

was this a relative of a creature running free?

or parts of a dinosaur – a T-Rex had for Tea?

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Clothes

Where do missing socks go?

#Napowrimo

A sole sock….the others missing! Image by inky

I’ve been told there’s a place

that missing socks go

but where it’s located on this blessed earth

heaven’s do i know

perhaps they’ve gone to that

magic space where the locks have no keys

so they’ve locked on to a pole by a sunny bench

and are sunning themselves with ease

or maybe they’re sharing space in a box

with those puzzle pieces long past

the one’s you’ve been looking out for an age

and when you find ’em will yell at last

They could be hiding in your bag of marbles

or with your seaside pebbles and rocks

but the left out one has now found a right

even if you’re wearing odd socks…..

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Poetry

Odd

#fowc #odd

Out of the Ordinary ? – Perhaps

Definately what you would call – one of a kind

Doing things against the norms

Of all in its number

Destined to be uniquely on its own

Divide it – there’ll always be something left over

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Animals Cats Character Poetry

Memories of a Tabby Cat

Salford, 23rd October 2019

#Octpowrimo #cat #Memories

They called you crazy – but you were quite a character,

king of the garden and the dining room floor

ignoring the cat food – for sardines or cod

and eating fish batter – which I found rather odd

got into a fuss if little ones picked you up

but clawed for attention – worse than a pup

playing with wool balls – attending your brain

then jumping out th’window – into spring rain

You didn’t like little uns pulling your tail

but would destroy others dinners beyond the pail

dashing to your sleep spot and blanket to hide

hoping you wouldn’t be hurled outside

Sat watching telly – on the rug in the house

occasionally playing with your catnip mouse

flicking your tail, when you wanted a feed

and hiding under the sofa when you did a bad deed