“Directions: choose one (or more) of the following options to write your poem: ->1) Choose any animal and consider its nature and write a poem about the animal;<- 2) Choose a particular attribute of an animal and write a poem that is about the animal but also an attribute that humans exhibit, similar to some of the above poems; 3) Create your own myth or fable involving animals.
There are no form, rhyme, or subject constraints in this prompt challenge. Just have fun with it!
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I have a very special friend, quite uncommon and hard to get. Though she is mine and I hers, a regular pet she will never be.
When she was small and oh so cute, not one person even had a clue. No idea of what she would become, when in time an adult she’d be.
She called to me before she was born, a dream-vision I had just before morn. In that time of waking sleepiness, when the rest of the world still rests.
The vision of her was crystal clear, she stayed close by me, always near. Walking together on a sandy beach, always within each other’s reach.
I started searching that very day, I feared she might be too far away. Two years went by without any luck, I nearly gave up in truth I was stuck.
Upon my back I had her drawn, the ink applied it took until dawn. It was after that I received a call, Wolf-pups conceived that very Fall.
In the Spring of that following year, she came to me grinning ear to ear. It took work and determination, for both to form a solid foundation.
Nine years ago my life was brightened, and for some she is quite frightening. A truer friend there’ll never be, she is mine and I am hers for all eternity.
There’ll be no puddle jumping this day! Mother said in her stern mommy voice. The consequences will definitely not be of your choice.
Wanting so badly to do the right thing, I nodded with quiet acquiescence. Determinedly most assuredly I would not muss up my pretty new dress.
But you see what happened was this, it wasn’t my own fault at all. Mother’s the one that told me you know, walk with my shoulders up straight and tall.
Because Mother placed upon my feet two shiny new rain boots a bit too big and while running, I mean walking I tripped on a big fat twig.
Down I went into the biggest most awesome puddle I’d ever seen! It was so much fun, I made a big splash, then I heard my Mother scream.
I can not repeat, no, no, not I, the bad words she said with angry tears in her eyes. Mad was she and disappointed with me, Back to the house to change on the fly.
Then I thought well why not, as we walked back by that puddle, I took another jump cause, I was already in trouble!
For all the men I love, and the men friends who are good and decent, This little rebellion poem is definitely not directed at you.
The general consensus is the females of our species, the very young to the very old, cannot choose what’s best for us, we must at all cost, bear their children.
Since we as one can not protest, this is my answer, my request, my ultimate demand to those who proclaim they know what is best for you and me and my girl child.
Should a man rape a woman, a man, a girl or a boy and the judge says so, his reproductive organs, all three be removed immediately from his person. We amend this, make it so.
This will be his mandatory sentence, a law written to protect and shield all who have no say so should a child be conceived from this unholy act. Financial care will be theirs alone.
But wait, kind gentlemen and women who protest and want the rearing of a child in an inappropriate or forced nest. No support for the little ones, no food, no medicines or roof over their heads.
Men who have children, at least three or more with multiple women without a care, have that right taken away, and rightfully so with forced sterilization, abortions abated not needed –
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 