The roots to grow, the wings to fly...
It shoots out its tongue stealthily,
Like a lasso into the bug
And finally eats it whole.
It stands on the leaf,
Water dripping off it
Like it is raining ever so slightly.
She calls above the puzzle of trees,
Touching the moon in a blustery breeze,
Finding a way to unknown seas.
Soaring above the highest clouds,
Fighting through rain she shouts aloud,
And just like rain, she drops down.
He expertly climbs upwards towards the calm clouds,
Through the leafy canopy he crawls and prowls,
A cacophony of calling to his forest friends, he howls,
Not once touching the dense, tropical rainforest floor,
He clings to the stretching branches with his majestic paws,
His wise amber eyes keeping watch over his kingdom once more.
My poem about Bearded Dragon
He lays flat out in the heat of the sun
Making his blood warmer without having to run
Contemplating his hectic day and everything he has done.
The sand blows around him in the breeze
He sees an eagle in the trees
And like a crazy cheetah he flees.
He holds the mouse in his mouth with teeth sharp as knives,
Down low, under the tree tops,
Surrounded by nature this creature slithers.
The earth below were critters crawl,
Trees stand like walls,
And this snake is ready to have a brawl