Mrs
Hippo by Euan Ridley (aged 10)
Mrs Hippo, Mrs
Hippo
Why are you such a dirty-o?
I can tell, because…
She rolls in Mississippi-o
All day long!
Mrs Hippo, Mrs Hippo
Why are you such a Tip-o?
I can tell you, because…
She eats rubbish-o
All day long!
Mrs Hippo, Mrs
Hippo
Why are you always in a mood -o?
I can tell you, because…
She has such be teeth-o
And they are way too big-o!
And she hates them!
Mrs Hippo, Mrs
Hippo
How ever can we change you-o?
But there's one thing that I'll never do…
I'll never extinct her-o!
Let's just clean her-o and make her happy-o
OK-O
The end-oooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Rabbit
by Lucy Ibbotson (aged 9)
I used to have
a rabbit
I took good care of it,
Rabbits do have habits
I forgot to say it bit.
My rabbit lived in a hutch
It got rather messy,
I loved her very much
My rabbit's name was Jessie.
I liked to let her out on grass
She never ran away,
She hopped about very fast
She loved a sunny day.
Jessie was like a flower
Such a beautiful rabbit,
then it started to shower
And I didn't know her habit.
The Last Wolves by Caitlin Dock
(aged 12)
The moon at
night,
Shines so bright,
That wolves howl and cry in unity.
Where the trees are in frost,
Their slenderness lost,
In the howl of the wolf-cry at twilight.
'Tis the hunting
winter of time,
Up steep hills the animals climb,
To escape the threats the humans make.
The rabbit and the bear,
The tortoise and the hare,
Climb steadily from the local's crime.
"Where
are the claws?
The great wolves of outdoors?
Where, oh, where are the wolves?"
The wolves have stayed back,
Hidden in a farmer's old shack,
To escape from the cold wood's floors.
But the humans
cannot seek,
What cannot outburst their own pique,
Upon the unfairness of the misjudgement the humans set.
What cannot harm you,
Is not a virtue,
But what should be in freedom, they are just being meek.
Now the wolves
are gone,
Roasted alive in the tongues of life,
Tickled by the flames that rose,
But no longer shall we hear the wolves' outcry,
They have been settled down to rest.
Robby
Robbin by D'andre Abrahams (aged
11)
Robby Robbin
found a rabbit on a rocky road
On a rocky road Robby Robbin found a rabbit
If Robby Robbin found a rabbit on a rocky road
Where's the rabbit that Robby Robbin found on a rocky road?
Old
Horse by Zoe Dowling (aged 12)
His eyes are
deep and sensitive.
His feet paw the ground.
His mane sways slightly back and forth.
As you look into his eyes all you can think about is flying.
Flying, flying through, flying above all.
His heart is true his step sure he has been here before.
He flies to the top of the hill then he pauses for just a moment
and remembers his younger days.
Then he flew faster and higher.
Now he files no more.
Bubba
by Shelby Gardephe (aged 13)
My dog Bubba
is so sweet
He makes the birds tweet.
He is only 7 months old
His sister Lacey is very bold
When he wants to go out he makes a loud shout
My dog Bubba can be a pain sometimes
but he is still got more to learn
I
Know by Ruqayah Mohammad (aged
8)
I know a dinosaur
that is big and tall
We like to play with a ball
I know a bear that is nice
We have lemonade with ice
I know a giraffe that touches the sky
She will take me way up high
I know an elephant that is big and wide
It has a grey and rough side
I know a whale that is big and blue
It gives me a ride or two
I love these animals as you see
We will do this again as much as can be!!
The
Sleeping Caterpillar by Matthew
(aged 7)
This caterpillar
is very hungry,
Slimy, slippery and very struggly.
His bed is in a lovely leaf,
And he lies there very snuggly.
He lies in his leaf,
Like a green advent wreath,
And sleeps while the night passes by.
And when the day breaks,
He finally wakes
As a beautiful butterfly.
My
Rabbit Died by Scott (aged 12)
I had a rabbit,
a rabbit, a rabbit,
He died, he died, he died,
Of old age, age, age,
It was a boy, a boy, a boy,
His fur was black and white, black and white, black and white,
He lived in a hutch, a hutch, a hutch,
Made of wood, wood, wood,
He liked to run on the grass, the grass, the grass,
He was called Kevin, Kevin, Kevin,
He died, he died, he died.
My
Dog Sammy Sosij by Chloe (aged
10)
My dog Sammy
Sosij
Likes to sleep all day
Then at night
He changes a slight
He really likes to play
He runs around my living room
Up and down the stairs
Dashes under the table
And swivel around the chairs.
Then everyday he greets me
When he waits for me at school
My mates come and pat him
They think he's really cool!
His tail is always wagging
While watching my friends walk by
I really love my Sammy Sosij
And those are the reasons why
Bugs
by Alexis N. Brandt (aged 8)
I wonder why...
bugs are sticky and some are icky?
Some bugs are tall and some bugs are small!
I wonder why... some bugs fly and some bugs don't?
Some bugs stink and some bugs sting!
I wonder why... I like them all!
Invisible Fish by Taylor Cook (aged
12)
I have a pet fish,
a pink and yellow fish,
with a long neck,
seven big fins,
and a nice haircut too,
a little blue rain coat
And two very nice black shoes,
but right now I seem to have put him on invisible mode,
But I'm really hoping you can see him
when he is not away or on the go.
A
Visit to the Zoo by Nikhat Hetavkar
(aged 11)
We went to visit
a zoo
Where there were elephants too.
When we reached
there in the evening
We first saw a peacock with amazing wings.
Upon a tree
I saw a snake coiling
And in a cage, a lion roaring.
I saw a tiger
and a tigress
And a monkey making a great mess.
Playing with
a ball, a seal I saw
And a bear eating his meals raw.
I saw a crow
who looked a member of the court of law
And a fox eating a rabbit with help of his claws
I saw many others
Then it was time to get back to our mothers
We raced to
the van
As fast as we can
We had a small
fight
And then we reached home at night.
Oliver
by Lauren Lewis (aged 12)
Our cat Oliver
is so soft
He used to run up and down the ladder to the loft
He's 16 now
so all he does is meow
Our cat Oliver is a bit mad
but in this house he will never be sad
He jumps about and runs around
He looks like a cat that been lost and found
Our cat Oliver is brown and white
He's scared of our other cat in case they fight
He really stands out from other cats
He's much cooler and relaxed around rats
We love him from his head to his toes -
even his little scabby nose
Daemons
by Nicole Jackson (aged 11)
No matter where
you are,
They follow,
In any shape, any form,
Without you they drown in sorrow.
And without
them you find
Nothing but sadness and pain.
Sinking into blackness,
Never to see light again.
But they can
change!
And oh! They swoop from on high
As mighty, strong foxes of the earth
Turn to graceful, taloned eagles of the sky
Zoo
by Sam (aged 11)
I'm trapped
in a cage,
I cannot get out,
People are staring and poking at me,
I am not being fed,
And nobody loves me,
Nobody sees me for who I am.
They all just see that
I am trapped in a cage,
So they'll just stare and poke at me until I bore them.
They'll scream and they'll yell,
But I won't do a thing,
Then finally someone will free me,
I'll be loose in the world,
On my own once again.
Osprey
by William Coombs (age 7)
Sliding, gliding towards the surface
At superb speed,
Never stopping to breath.
On goes the fish
Fleeing from its mortal predator.
Forever and forever onwards
Fish are hunted
Osprey hunt.
Striking the water straight on target,
Never missing,
Swift as a cheetah.
The
Birds by Emmanuel (aged 10)
A shimmering
bluebird glides in the air,
elegant, beautiful, nice and fair.
As it glides through the daylight
It fades away into the pitch black night sky.
Cats
are Cats by Rahi De Roy (aged
8)
The independence of a cat has made quite a mark in history,
Though the disappearing of a cat at night is still a mighty mystery.
Where do they go,
to catch a late night cat-show?
Or do they slip away
to watch a midnight play?
In the middle of the night you wouldn't
sneak away because you couldn't
but remember your cats can,
perhaps jump onto the roof of a van
or do any other thing when you are sleeping at night
they may just,t hey just might
Because cats
are cats.
Dogs
by Cali (aged 8)
Dogs are soft,
Dogs are furry.
If you want to go to the dog pound we have to hurry.
I have a dog now,
He's as fast as a cat.
How do I know?
Maybe he's even as fast as the ginger-bread-man.
He gets scared when I say boo!
My sister has a dog like that too.
That's enough about that, what about you?
Sorry I have to go
I'm going to the zoo.
Love
Our Dog by Kayleigh Guinn (aged
13)
Love our dog
Likes carrots
Likes apple
Likes cheese
Doesn't like olives
Likes to walk
Likes to run
Likes to bark
Doesn't like to be pushed
Has spots
Has a smile
Has red ears
Doesn't have a curly tail
Love our dog
Good
boy! Bad boy! by Kayleigh Guinn
(aged 13)
lick, lick,
licking on my leg
lay, lay, laying on his back
paws to the ceiling
jump, jump, jumping over my knees
bark, bark,
barking at the gardener
chew, chew, chewing on my stuffed cat's ear
until it is no more
steal, steal, stealing from my room
chase, chase,
chasing his friend Lini
play, play, playing with his squeaky toy
until the sound fades
smile, smile, smiling dog
gnaw, gnaw,
gnawing on the table
take, take, taking from the kitchen
Andrew's pie
eat, eat, eating from the trash
run, run, running
in the sprinkler
lap, lap, lapping from the faucet
water on his face
rise, rise, rising early in the morning
Somehow
by Nicole Jackson (aged
11)
Somehow
the cat ran
into the road and a car
came. Goodbye kitty.
I
will never forget you.
Hamster
by Emily Eckford (aged 10)
I have a hamster called ACORN
She thinks everything is FOOD
Even my FINGER.
She climbs UPSIDE-DOWN on the cage bars
And sleeps all day in her nest.
I clean her cage out every WEEK
She stuffs her food up her TUBE for storage
And has to dig THROUGH it to get past her tube!
In dedication to my REAL hamster called ACORN
One
Thing Happy by Gretchen Bishop
(aged 10)
Over
the summer life has been bumpy
And one thing really has made life easier
Dad took trust
And bought me a puppy
He helps me through life
This little guy
When I have to cope
When ever I cry
And that happens alot
He always by my side
Wolf
by Amy Townshend
I
sit and I watch
With intensity
He is a part of me
I look to the ledge
And there he stands
Proud and tall
And very grand
His eyes gleaming in the night
The moon shining oh so bright
He raises his head
And lets out a howl
He is the lone wolf
A
Dragon For A Pet by Ruth Britton (aged 10)
I saw a flash
of red
Hiding
in the flower bed
There it is again - I wonder what it could be?
I ran over to it and it came to see me
"Wow, a friendly dragon," said I,
"But mum won't let me keep you, I'll have to lie."
I went indoors
and saw MUM!
"What have you been up to?"
"Nothing mum, but I have to hurry -
I really need the loo."
I ran to my room to look for a lair
for my dragon without a care.
He found a cage,
a comfy place,
he settled down and covered his face.
So I have a dragon as a pet,
I just hope him and mum haven't met.
My
Rabbit by Kelsey Kenyon (when
she was 11)
My Rabbit lives
in the hay,
He comes out when he wants to play,
Every time and every day.
In the summer
he goes in the run,
To run around,
And have some fun.
In his hutch
he hops around,
As well as bouncing round and round.
At night time he snuggles down,
In a bed that he has found.
He eats fruit,
salad and lots of veg,
To fill him up for the day ahead.
He's a big, bouncy, beautiful bunny.
Grey and white and very funny
I like my rabbit
I really do,
I hope you like my poem too.
Your
New Pet by Jennifer Wayne (aged
8)
Here is your pet,
Now you are set.
But before you go home and play,
There is something I must say.
1. You must play with him every day.
2. Do not feed him any hay.
3. Give him lots of care.
4. Don't forget to trim his hair!
5. Always take him for a run
6. Oh, yeah! Have fun! :-)
(P.S. This poem does not work for horses.)
Kittens
by Rhea Pottle (age 8) and Olivia
Cook (age 9)
Fur Licker
Wool Chaser
Water Drinker
Sly Walker
Night Walker
Long Timer
Cuddle Her
Love Her
The
Deer Catcher by Lucas and Brad
(aged 8)
deer catcher
night hunter
fierce fighter
man eater
tail swayer
spooky hunter
quick runner
Six
Kittens by Georgia
Mouse Chaser
Wool Player
Cute Looker
Meat Eater
Perfect Purrer
Soft Feeler
My friends Georgia B, Charlotte and
Alice helped with it.
Foals
by Louella Carr
Foals are beautiful
Lovely indeed
They take your breath
Away on a trip
To the wonderful place
That they like to call home
There are mares
And stallions
It's a beautiful sight
To the eyes of the foal
It's a family
they frolic around
Like they always should do
It's a beautiful sight
To me and you
So now we've seen this gorgeous place
We should go home
To our family
Kenning
by Alex Wootton (aged 9)
Fish-eater
Fast-swimmer
Strong-hunter
Scary-cruncher
Big-fisher
Great-catcher
Deep-diver.
A
Bumblebee Haiku by Simran Uppal
(aged 9)
Miss Holbrock please come
There is a bumble-bee there
I am really scared
Six Kittens by Alice Reynolds (aged
8)
Mice chaser
Wool player
Cute looker
Meat eater
Perfect purrer
Soft feeler
Silent
Hunter by Jack Grace (aged 10)
Food chain-topper
Greatest-hunter
Fin-shower
Life-taker
Death-giver
Blood-lover
Fish-eater
Grief -maker
Land-hater
Silent-swimmer
I hunt in the dark
Have you guessed my name?
I'm a Great White Shark
Chance
by Gretchen Bishop (aged 10)
My dad says I am not
responsible
And that just breaks my heart
He says he would have to take care it
That wouldn't happen from the start
I want a dog so bad
The last time he gave me a chance
Was five years in the past
The puppy died
Not my fault but
A car's
I am ten now
Responsible enough
If he just gave me a chance
I could show him
Who is right
Whale
by Aimee Simpson (aged 12)
Hunting with my mum is
my favourite hobby
We jump and pounce on everything
We take air
I see a strange blue object moving towards us
Someone yells attack
A spear kills my mum
I said goodbye
Everything was gone
Even the brother that I never had
Six
Sharks by Jaskerut Kaur and
friends (aged 9)
Fish-eater
Fast-swimmer
Fish-chaser
Man-eater
Strong-hunter
Scary-hunter
Imagine by Tim Batten (aged 12)
Imagine
A constant serial killer after you
Imagine
Being hurt if you don't do a trick
Imagine
If your brother, sister and mother are dead
Then imagine being a whale
Eight
Kittens by Jaskerut Kaur and
friends (aged 9)
Wood chaser
Fur liker
Troublemaker
Cute laughter
Food eater
Basket sleeper
Tail waver
Lead walker
White
Rabbits by Amy Galvin (aged
8)
White rabbits popping out of hats
White rabbits digging till their wits' end.
White rabbit frolicking in fear as people crowed around it
saying how did that get here?
White rabbits squeaking as if to say please don't hunt me down -
not on this fine day.
White rabbits playing hide and seek.
White rabbits playing tag and ending up in a heap.
WHITE RABBITS!
My Dog by Amie-jo Bratley (aged
10)
I have a dog
He can't talk
My dad does the job
Of taking him for a walk.
I have a dog
He's a spotty Dalmatian
Every walk
Is like a celebration.
I have a dog
He's always scavenging
For food which he is always
Ravening.
I have a dog
He's just turned five years
We have had him since he had
Puppy ears.
I have a dog
Now he is sleeping
Chasing rabbits
He is dreaming.
City
Cat by Alex Leung (aged 7)
City night
Shiny lights
Skinny small slimy wild cat
Tiptoes through the dark alley ways
Glowing glittering gleaming eyes
Smells danger on the dark roads
Battles her enemies
Slides into dimness
Out of sight out of danger
Running as fast as a wild lion
Hiding her scars under her ginger skin
Treads home silently
Baby by Kate Savin (aged 12)
Every morning when I woke up,
Baby was there.
Every time when I wanted a hug,
Baby was there.
Every night when I fell into sleep,
Baby was there.
Every time when I wanted peace,
Baby was there.
But now the morning is lonely,
My tears are left as scars.
The dreams I have, they scare me,
The peace is locked behind bars.
You may think she was just a cat,
That I had no reason to mourn.
But Baby, she was more than that!
My best friend, a beautiful dawn.
Ponies by Claudia (aged 8)
Prancing happily like
a waterfall flying across rocks.
Galloping like music flowing up your ears.
Nibbling on grass like a angel singing.
Their silk fur being touched by small soft hands.
Shining big eyes like the bright sun.
Long skinny legs making them look tall and beautiful
Thinking what a horrible thing the bit is.
If
My Pet Left by Harry (aged 9)
I would miss the red and green eyes
and spanky alloys
I would miss the green, slimy and bumpy skin
and the weird sound he makes as he chugs along
I would miss when he slept beside my bed
I would remember that my pet's an alien.
Animal
Thinkers by Amber Hickman (aged
8)
Sometimes I sit with both my eyes closed
Thinking about important things
How the world was made
How do humans breathe
Why is the colour of the sky blue
I'm a thinking bird
I am dark brown with soft feathers
I am a clever owl with big eyes and little toes
I am sensible quiet and calm
Intelligent and full of wisdom
People might think I am dopey and dumb
But one day I will show them how clever I am
I will fly into their world
I will show them how enlightened I am
Horses and Ponies by Alexandra (aged
8)
I like Horses and Ponies even though I haven't ridden one.
They are beautiful and gallop gracefully
With lovely long legs running fast.
Horses and Ponies are very beautiful
They are soft to pat.
Lots of my friends like to ride them on the weekends.
They can came in lots of colours
They can be white as a sheet and as dark as the night sky.
They are very graceful.
My
Dog, Pippy by Harriet Last (aged
11)
Pippy, Pippy is so cute,
the sound of her bark is softer
than the sound of a flute,
her loving lick
makes you happy in a tick
Daisy the Daft Duck by Daisy Siddall
(aged 7)
Daisy the duck cannot swim
Everyone else thinks she's dim.
Daisy's scared of coming out of her house
She thinks that everyone's ready to pounce
Sophie the scorpion comes around as quiet as a mouse's sound.
You should see her evil glare - it's like a tiger and a bear.
Sophie said, Step right up
Daisy had great good luck
Sinead the snake saved the day
and chased Sophie a long, long way.
Daisy thought she was swimming in a pond
but really she was running all along
All the animals gathered round
They were delighted and very proud.
Snake
by Joel (aged 8)
I saw a snake - don't
worry it was fake
I saw a lion in my bed - I thought it was in my head
I saw a tiger in Asia - it was so amazing
I thought I saw fantasia
There was a zebra striped and tall
I felt like I was going to fall
and that was not all
Along came koala - hey it looks like Paula
I go around the world but I never leave my room
Bears
by Ellie Barker (aged 8)
I went
to the Land of Cares
and there I saw lots of bears.
There were….
Attractive bears
Big bears,
Beautiful bears,
Brown bears,
Black bears too.
There were….
Fluffy bears
Scary bears,
Small bears
Bears that were blue.
There were....
Hairy bears
Fierce bears,
Massive bears
Red bears
Bears that will scare you.
There were…
Green bears
Soft bears,
Polar bears
Teddy bears
Bears that have nothing to do.
There are so many bears to compare!
That
Dog Doesn't Like Me by Millie
Fox (aged 12)
Look Mum, the dog ate
my food.
Don't lie - I'm not in the mood.
Look Mum, my shoes have been chewed.
Not now - I'm giving the dog his food.
Tom, your old enough to know where you go to wee.
Gross Mum!!! That wasn't me.
Mum have you seen my pencil case?
Last time I saw it, it was on the dog's face.
Oh Mumm can't you see?
THAT DOG DOESN'T LIKE ME!
What
is my Favourite Animal? by Emily
Tamplin (aged 7)
I like Rabbits
I like Dogs
I like Cats
I like Hamsters
I like Tortoises
I like Fish
I like Birds
I can't decide which I like best,
so I'll just go and hug my mum instead.
Cat by Dalton Lung
I have a cat name Tabby
Tabby is a playful cat
He is like a scary cat
Tabby is always biting people
Tabby is an awesome cat
A Horse and a Traveller by Emma
Brimble (aged 10)
I am a horse and you
are the traveller.
I have four long legs and I use them to hold you
when you are on my back.
I can take you anywhere you want me to go.
When nobody needs a ride.
I play in the fields with the wind in my face.
I can take anybody.
Sometimes I wear a lovely golden small blanket.
I have a rope around my neck
and with your hands you hold it.
I am the horse and you are the traveller.
Animals
in the Zoo by Eva Gumbs (aged
10)
I saw a lion in his cage
but he looked big for his age,
he seemed quite tender
and like he cared
but when I got closer
I felt really scared.
I saw a giraffe
it seemed quite small
but when I got nearer it looked really tall
I saw a monkey
swinging from tree to tree
eating bananas
that's all I could see
And then I saw a dolphin
in a swimming pool
it jumped through a hoop
and it looked very cool
I then saw hippo
looking tired
but the funny thing was
it didn't go to sleep though!
Pets
by Zoe (aged 7)
dogs, dogs,
I love dogs,
dogs, dogs
they're so cute and cuddly!
cats, cats,
I love cats,
cats, cats
they're so furry and cute
rabbits, rabbits,
I love rabbits,
they're so bouncy and colourful
dolphins, dolphins,
I love dolphins,
they're so grey and blue
There's
a Spider in Everybody by Ayman
Sifour (aged 10)
There's a spider in your
bed
There's a spider in my bed
There's a spider in the school
There's a spider in the supermarket
There's a spider in your shoes
There's a spider in my bag
No one had a spider
Do you know who had the spider?
It's the spider.
(yayayayaayaayayayayay!)
Puzzle
the Patchy Pony by Alice Hoy
(aged 7)
Puzzle is a patchy pony
Who is very fluffy and cute,
She watches me at my window,
Whenever I play the flute!
Puzzle is a greedy pony
With a bit of cheek,
And whenever I leave the feed room door open,
She always takes a peek!
Puzzle is a lazy pony,
Who hardly ever budges
And whenever I take her to a show
She always licks the judges!
Puzzle is the perfect pony
In every sort of way,
That's the reason why I brought her,
Because she always makes my day!
The Snake by Jenna Engelhart
Sleek and slithery, lithe
and long,
He slowly sings a hissing song
Wicked, cunning are his eyes
Within, a lurking hate there lies.
Hypnotizing when in motion,
Rippling like waves in an ocean
Every tiny patterned scale
Shinning like a soldier's mail.
He flows like water from a ledge
He pours himself over the edge
All his ancient, evil race
Possess that lovely, liquid grace.
He slithers forward, moving fast,
Weaving onward through the grass.
Gone. Even a windy gust
Erases his track through the dust.
One
Cat by Sydney B. (aged 8)
I love my cats one died.
I am very sad.
I wish I could have said
good-bye!
Ferrets by Esti Clayton (aged 7)
Fluffy fury things
Wandering all around
When they scrap
It's so funny
That you just want to
CLAP!!!!
Animals
by Leah Dell (aged 11)
Dolphins Dive In Deep,
Dark Seas,
Play And Swim And Jump With Ease
Rabbits Run And Round,
Jump In There Huts So They Can't Be Found
Kangaroos Kick Hard And
High
Kick Another Person And Waves Bye Bye
We All Love Animals There
Are so Many Different Kinds
Don't Take Them For Granted
The
Stallion by Cethin Ravenhill
(aged 11)
Canter, canter, off we
run,
Out of the shadows and into the sun.
Together we go across the down;
'clip clop' we heard a sound,
The herd came down across the mound,
We caught up behind on the hardened ground.
Across the flats and
up the dunes,
Listening to our rhythmic tunes,
Arising from our galloping feet -
The sun baked floor our fast hooves beat,
We charged up towards the shining star,
We galloped together to a pasture, afar,
We raced away to the green, green grass,
Over mountains and through
a pass.
We were going far, far away from home,
till we stopped at a hill carved out of stone,
a thing came out, we ran away
Never coming back towards that way!
The
Centipede by Rhea Kuruvilla
(aged 11)
There was a cute little
girl
Who had a centipede as a pet,
She was the luckiest in the world,
And it obeyed whatever she said!
So one day she sent him
to buy a snack,
He left. One hour passed... two hours... three hours,
The little centipede never came back,
When she opened the door, he wasn't far.
"Hey!" she
shouted, "what are you doing here?
I thought I sent you out to buy food!"
The centipede exclaimed, "Hold on, man!
I'm going, but first, I need to wear my shoes!"
Tiger
Cubs by S. Anuradha (aged 8)
If you can hear little
roars,
If you are in the forest and something is moving in the shrubs,
Then sure enough they are tiger cubs
Maybe their mother is just behind the bush
So don't go too near
Don't make any sound, maybe it will hear
You can fight with her if you think you are brave
But afterwards don't ask me to help you digging your grave.
In
the Dark by Kassandra Crum (aged
12)
Two little apricot eyes
in the midst of darkness.
Ready to attack at any possible moment.
A flick of his tail shows that he is about to pounce his prey.
In a blink of an eye, he is no longer in sight.
He wedges himself into a box hoping to be unseen.
He waits quietly until someone happens to walk by then he leaps
into the air digging his claws into his victim.
He then scurries off into the night.
He will be invisible until the daylight arrives.
Night,
Night by Thomas Lock
Night, night
sleep tight
don't let the bed bugs bite.
If they do
get a shoe
and whack those nasty bugs in two
A
Haiku by Robyn Wolgemuth (aged
8)
Little kitty feet,
Pitter, patter, pitter, pat,
across the wide floor.
Milady
& The Jester by Robyn Wolgemuth
(aged 8)
My cat is queen of the
magnificent kitchen.
She hisses threats at the jester kitten!
But when we pet her she purrs like thunder.
She eats her jester's food!
(The kitten is wasted from hunger.)
When the jester's bad she's banished to the dungeon,
Where the spiders crawl over her and centipedes make her luncheon!
A
Riddle Poem by Robyn Wolgemuth
(aged 8)
I am fast.
I dart all around.
I slink in the shadows without a sound.
My beautiful coat hides me from danger.
Sometimes I think I am Kitchen Ranger!
I stay at home and never know why.
I play with toys and then they all pet me!
And I go to sleep with one paw on my knee!
Have you guessed what kind of cute pretty animal I am?
I
am a kitten!
Hiss
by Martin (aged 10)
It slithers secretly,
secretly on the jungle bed,
sharply looking around, just waiting to be fed.
It attacks violently over here and there,
It hisses so badly it really doesn't need to care.
Its scaly skin,
so moist and lively,
it sheds its scales,
very untidy.
It feels so lonely but
strong,
it hisses an ear-breaking song.
It looks for a mate,
but bites other animals it hates.
The
Cat by S.Anuradha (aged 8)
She is very pretty.
She is very nice.
She is very tricky.
She likes little mice.
She has a pink nose and eyes so green.
She is so proud of herself as if she's a queen.
She has a big tail and black little whiskers.
She has two ears to hear all whispers.
She sits on the mat and catches every rat.
She is nothing else but a fine grey cat .
Guess
Who We Are by Daisy Thorpe (aged
10)
Walking very amusing,
Slipping on the ice.
Very funny and friendly,
Enjoying every minute of life.
Working together always,
Helping all the time.
Always in a huddle,
Their coats have a lovely shine.
Little chicks furry,
Staying with their mums.
Very cute and cuddly,
Have to leave when the time comes.
They are very lovely creatures,
Can you guess what they are?
If you cannot
You must be from a different planet afar.
A
Pet Bee by Katie Rubbe (aged
11)
If I could have a pet
I wonder what it'd be
Maybe a dinosaur
Or a monkey
with a pet bumble bee
Or maybe a great rhino
With the strength times three
I wonder what it'd be
I guess I'll settle for a bee
So it can buzz right after me!!
My
Dog by Katie Rubbe (aged 11)
My dog was great.
He barked
And he smiled.
He'd give you wet licks
Every once and in a while
I wish he were here
But he's gone now.
It was his time to be
Gone with the clouds.
I wish he were here
So I could see him smile.
I wouldn't care.
Even if it was only for a while.
Because I would know
I got to see him smile
Got to feel his fur
And say goodbye
When he would have to go again
So I would no longer feel a harsh pain
And his pain would end
Me
And My Monkey by Zoe Collins
(aged 12)
me and my monkey,
do everything together,
I take him for walks.
we have so much fun,
all of the time together,
our lives are the same.
me and my monkey,
we watch TV and play games,
we have so much fun.
My
Love for Tadpoles by Taylor
McWilliams
the way a tadpole looks when it first comes out of its egg
it is just sitting, breathing
unlike frogs, tadpoles breath through gills instead of lungs
frogs are croaking, loudly
you can see a tadpoles organs through its clear body
you see its heart just pumping, resting
frog's skin is very much different then a tadpoles
it's colourful, moist
Life
of a Ruling Lion by Lee Ellen
Searcy (aged 10)
As the lion sits in the
late afternoon
he watches as the
sun sinks away
He has pride in his heart
knowing he is calm,
not like other lions.
This is a very wise.
He sits gracefully
thinking,
but no one knows
what he is thinking.
As he glares at the sun
with his big green eyes
the color of emerald,
it is so tranquil.
I believe he likes it.
This is the life of a ruling king
The
Kingdom by Shelby Watts (aged 10)
So peaceful, so tranquil,
so very calm.
The two majesties
really belong there.
The sun shines so brightly.
The lion just stares.
Looking over his kingdom,
Not without a care.
The lion is so dark.
The Sun is so bright.
But the sun will soon fade away,
Into night.
The lion's face is calm,
looking over the hills.
His back stands tall.
His body is so still.
Does he have power?
Is he a great king?
Will everyone be safe?
Will he rule gracefully?
While watching his kingdom,
the lion has pride.
While running his country,
peace is on his side.
Will he travel to distant
places
as the sun fades into night
or look out for his kingdom?
Maybe he might.
The
Lion and the Sun by Kayla Reed
The lion so straight
Just like a slate.
The lion's fur so brown
Just like the ground.
The sun so bright
Just like the day sky.
The lion so powerful
He knows he is the king.
Thinking about his power
And thinking about the sun's power.
His kingdom below him
And the sun above him.
My
Dog Duke by Kenneth Jenks (aged
11)
It was a tragic day
My dog Duke had
Died
My dad, I, and cousin
Cried all day
Because Duke was a great dog.
It took us
A couple of years
To get over Duke.
But when we did
Everything went back
To normal
Except our hearts where still broken.
Cat
Poem by Kristian Cogger (aged
10)
As sly as a fox
As black as the dark
As fragile as a box
As fierce as a shark
As cute as a baby
As neat as a lady
As sweet as my Nan
Just like my Aunt Fran
What
Am I? by Kassandra Crum (aged
12)
I was treated unfairly
for now I'm extinct,
Humans hunted me for my unique skin,
I had a powerful jaw that was large enough for 46 sharp teeth,
I had 15 to 20 dark stripes along my back
from my shoulders to the tip of my tail,
I was a creature of the night,
For I came out to play under the dark moonlit sky,
My enemy, the dingo, drove my family and I from our Australian home
To the coast and plains of Tasmania,
The last of my kind died in captivity on September 7th, 1936,
I am a beast from over 3,000 years ago,
Scientists plan to one day clone me
So I can once again roam the plains of Australia.
My
Cat Macy by Dan Huza (aged 11)
My cat Macy
is bothersome,
she always wants
some attention.
When I'm playing my
video games
she'll jump in front of
the TV
When I'm on my iPod
she'll rub my legs,
she'll run in the kitchen
when I make myself pancakes.
But even though she wants
some attention,
she'll always be my
little kitty.
The
Lion by Jessica Dixon (aged
9)
the lion has a golden
mane
and underneath a clever brain
it lies around and roars
and lets the lioness do all the chores
At
the Zoo by Lucy Field (aged
8)
We're going to the zoo,
I'll go with you,
There's a rhino in a cage,
Don't send him into a rage,
Look there's a cheetah,
Don't race him, he's a beater,
The seals always eat their meals,
Look! There's a croc,
Watch out! He'll give you a knock,
Wow there's a shark,
Be careful, she'll eat more than a lark.
Spiders by Makayla Chatterton (aged
11)
spiders
those little
critters that
give me the jitters
oh slugs
the slimy
bugs that
make me say EUG!
gnats
like little
bats that my cats
like to eat
worms
oh how they squirm
and all of their
germs
gross bugs
My
Hampster is... by Lewin Edwards
(aged 9)
As daft as a brush
As lazy as a sloth
As tough as nails
As hungry as a moth
As precious as gold
As kind as a mother
As strange as Stonehenge
as annoying as an older brother
As old as ninety two
As cold as milk
As strong as a knuckle
As smooth as silk
A mixed personality my hampster has
September
16th by Kassandra Crum (aged 12)
A day when I go to greet
my best friend,
Instead of seeing her optimistic and blissful,
I find her fearful and in pain,
In terror, I instantly rushed her to my father,
Once I grabbed her, she was cold to the touch,
She felt like there was little life left in her,
My father told me that there was nothing we could do,
Tears rush down my face as I held her,
As she lay in my hands, each second she was another step closer
to death,
She gasped for air with all the energy left inside her,
All I can see in my head are the memories that I got to share with
her,
Unfortunately, I had to leave her behind as I went to school,
All day I prayed and hoped,
That a miracle would overcome her,
Once I got home, she had already past away,
There I stood lonely and hopeless,
R.I.P. Smokey.
Snake
by Ghowrigah (aged 11)
As silky as oil
As curled up as coil
As shiny as foil
My fangs are dangerous
My Saliva is poisonous
My life ain't all joyfulness
I am the threat of the
south
I come out at night
I may just fight
The climax is when I open my mouth!
Tiger's
Luck by Tasha (aged 12)
Nose flares.
Eyes stare.
Ears flicker.
He turns his head.
Crouched down low
Out of sight.
Suddenly...
Something stripy starts to fly.
Though the air.
Ruffling his hair.
Everyone turns and sees him fly.
Heart beating.
What a fright.
Everyone runs from the sight.
Suddenly he lands and hits the ground.
Lies alone without a sound...
The
Elephant by Kylee Ramsay (aged
11)
Purest freshness of all eyes,
Shining glimmer ever wise,
What is in that giant's mind?
Something we may never find.
Is it hatred of all man?
If it is I'll understand.
Skin so thick and full of joy.
But then it's ruined like a toy.
Poachers shoot and hunt them dead,
This is true, I'm not misled.
Of all our sports, this is so mean,
To some of us, no point is seen.
The greyness of this creatures skin,
If ruined, it is mankind's sin.
Giant ears so great and full of life,
All this ruined as painful as a knife.
Fly
by Tasha (aged 12)
Six visions.
Really hard to make a decision.
Which way to go?
What time to fly?
Off he goes.
Buzzing through the sky.
Lands on a piece of cake.
Eating sounds he starts to make.
Then off he goes.
Through the air.
Looking for a sandwich or a beer.
Suddenly a frog spots this fly.
Tongue flashes.
Fly falls down just like ashes.
Short life this fly lived.
But now its time...
for the next fly generation.
The
Deer by Bob (aged 11)
When I was hiking I saw
a deer.
I heard the leaves crunching and knew he was near.
His stomach was white and his antlers were great.
I counted his points and there were eight.
I snapped a picture of his big head.
I watched him walk off to find his bed.
What
Am I? by Olivia Johnson (aged
8)
I am long and slimy,
I can be brown or pink,
You can't tell which end of me is which,
I am loved by most gardeners,
People say I can be deadly if eaten
What am I?
Blind
Dog by Kylee Ramsay (aged 11)
You may fall for my beauty
and might
However my weakness is surely my sight.
I might be playful during the day
However at night I can only lay.
Because you aren't there to lead me around
I will always sadly fall to the ground,
Because of my weakness I get made fun of and teased,
Then my heart stops as if I had sneezed.
Although I'm unlucky I have to go on
Even if others think I'm no fun.
Goats
by Kayla (aged 12)
Have you ever see a goat who thinks he's a dog?
Well at least it's better than him thinking he's a hog
I have a goat named Jerry and man is he hairy
He knows how to open the gate
Man, that is something that I hate
He really likes dog food
until he is in a bad mood
Then he wants goat food
He likes to run and play
All throughout the day
And he jumps in the air like he just don't care
And stands up to trees and begs for more leaves!
Animals
by Samy (aged 9)
TEN tiny
goldfish swimming in a tank,
NINE tidgey spiders climbing up my leg,
EIGHT tiny caterpillars on leaves,
SEVEN little mice hurrying along the carpet,
SIX black cats chasing the mice,
FIVE medium dogs chasing the cats,
FOUR foxes trying to eat me,
THREE crocodiles trying not to laugh,
TWO elephants stomping around
And ONE guess what?
A
Homeless Cat by Kylee Ramsay (aged 11)
Yes I might purr with the sound of affection,
Yet deep inside I have fears of rejection,
My paws are rough with flee bites, dirt,
I may seem happy but deep down I'm hurt.
I might have manners and be much a friend,
Yet my so-called owner is not round the bend,
I might have a collar that reads my name Sue,
But I don't have anyone except for you.
You are not my owner only a mate,
Maybe this horror was to be my fate,
My once orange bowl that I ate from before,
Is now feeding another cat's famished jaw.
I sleep on stones so sharp and small,
Under the tree that stands so tall,
I received from my owner nothing but neglect,
Leaving that owner was not a regret.
The Life of a Butterfly by Rhea
Kuruvilla (aged 10)
This is not the way it
should be,
Butterflies are supposed to be free,
Trapped in a tiny jar,
Instead of sitting on a pretty flower.
Torn wings, a miserable
face,
Oh, life! What a disgrace!
Now it cannot show-off its colorful wings,
Like the other beautiful butterflies in Spring.
It has been so many days,
From when it has been happy and gay,
In the jar, it sadly lies,
Then fades away...and dies.
To
My Baby by Devon Conrad (aged 12)
Dedicated to my dog Icky Licky.
"How much is that baby in the window?
The one with the waggly tail
How much is that baby in the window?"
She's MINE, back off, she's not for sale!
The
Hedgehog by Elizabeth Arscott
(aged 8)
During the day I sleep
sound and still,
Then when I wake up my tummy I fill!
I search in the compost, I munch on the veg.
And then I squeeze through the hole in the hedge.
The owls in the bushes hoot till they fall,
The cats in the alley jump over the wall.
But I just keep on going, I ignore all the sounds,
I take no notice of Mrs Holly's old hounds,
At last I will reach my brother Bob's house
And then I will talk to his friend Little Mouse.
After one hour I will leave for my home,
Because all of the foxes have started to roam!
So off at a trot I go back to my bed...
Z Z Z Z z z z z z Z
Cat
by Cameron (aged 10)
Fish catcher
Dog teaser
Bird murderer
Loud purrer
Lazy sleeper
Canine hater
Mice slayer
Day dreamer
String chaser
Ball hunter
Darth
Vadar (Half Evil Guinea Pig) by
Tasha Payne (aged 11)
Claws as sharp as an
eagle's sight.
He won't go down without a fight.
Tangly and ruffled fur.
Eyes that stare and show no fear.
When it's dinner time he starts to shine,
He shows some innocence in his eyes.
Munching down on a carrot twice his size.
But when he's finished he turns back to the Dark Side
Sharks
by Luke (aged 11)
Sea-bed dweller,
Fish eater,
Dolphin fighter,
Blood lover,
Seal hater,
Beastly monster,
Jaw snapper,
Fierce hunter,
Fast swimmer,
People killer,
Human sensor,
Shadowy hider,
Gut buster,
Gilled breather,
Dorsal finner.
The
Mare by Jordi Jeffery (aged
9)
When you offer the mare
a sweet white lump
From the trembling plate of your palm - she trots
Up to the gate and takes it with velvet lips.
Wolfie by Hope Hayes (aged 12)
Wolfie is my puppy
He smells like a fresh summer day
His energy is never-ending
Ask him to play with you
And he will.
Rhino
Haiku by Ben Molynuex (aged
8)
It has two sharp horns.
It charges with all its might.
Eats green juicy grass
Riding
on a Horse by Roxanne (aged
9)
Riding on my lovely horse,
It's a dream come true,
Riding on my lovely horse,
I love it and you would too,
You kick him on, he walks along,
You tap him with the whip,
And he starts trotting
When you're trotting,
You're bobbing up and down,
He breaks into a canter,
You feel like you're flying,
You can't remember anything,
Because you love it so much.
Different
Dogs! by Catherine Millar (aged
9)
Once I was walking by
a pet shop,
and I saw lots of dogs...
Fierce dogs, gentle dogs,
Happy dogs, sad dogs,
Very, very bad dogs,
Clever dogs, stupid dogs,
Boring dogs, fun dogs,
Chewing lots of gum dogs,
Loud dogs, quiet dogs,
Grey dogs, red dogs,
Sleeping in their bed dogs,
Big dogs, small dogs,
Heavy dogs, light dogs,
Very...
You make up the rest!
Dolphins
of the World by Meric O. (aged
11)
A dolphin moving swiftly in the ocean,
Yes that's the animal I have chosen,
I love the way it does flips in the air,
Natural as sitting in a chair,
It's not just their beauty it's their luck too,
The luck to move freely in the ocean,
The luck to see the beauty of the ocean,
And the luck just be in the ocean,
To be loved by the world, the water,
They have the biggest heart,
They have the nature,
They are the nature,
They are the beauty of the ocean,
The beauty in our eyes,
The beauty of the world,
Like a luck charm!
Daisy
by Delina Preast (aged 12)
Dedicated to my passed-on dog Daisy
Daisy I love you,
I miss you a lot.
You saved my mom
From a terrible man.
I miss you so much!!!
Chasing
the Dog by Cassie Lewis (aged
12)
Today my dog ran out the door
Chasing after a fat squirrel
My Mom said, Go get her
But I couldn't catch her
I ran through the woods
And past a huge bee hive
I swear I swallowed a bug
So as I stopped and choked
I felt a hard tug
It was my brother saying it wasn't our dog
Barn
Owl by Alice Green (aged 12)
Heart shape face
Beady eyes
Pointy beak
Never cries
Snowy white face
Turns around
Looks at you sharp
They never die down
Chest so broad
White as clouds
You'll never stop looking
In your crowds
Wings so large
Colourful and all
You can't see
When it falls
Claws so sharp
Sharp as knives
If you hurt him
You risk your life
All of them
Now you see
That he could be
Good company
Panther,
Panther by Florence Priest (aged
9)
Went to a courtroom,
Sentenced to a lifetime in a cage,
Nothing to say,
Filled with rage.
Now in the cage,
A crowd around me,
There's not any fun,
Not any privacy.
After a day,
Nothing's changed,
Why would it?
Everyday is the same….
In a cage, filled with rage.
The
Barn Owl by Tessa (aged 12)
Barn owl is a snow white
fur ball
sleeping all through the day,
the sun sets and the sky turns black
and the barn owl is on its way
It opens its eyes and
they shine
in the darkness like stars,
it stretches its white wings out
and takes off out of the window bars
It swoops out into the
glittering
starry night sky
and glides round the country side
spotting mice by flying high
It spots a nice juicy
mouse and
with its cunning ears it spots another
It flies down and catches its feast
The barn owl is a definite mouse eating lover
Then suddenly the owl
swallows and turns
There is light, the sun is rising towards the west
so the barn takes flight and
lands in the barn in and sits back in its nest
The owl gets comfy and
fluffs up
like a snow ball in its bed
It rests and closes its diamond eyes
and sleeps ready for the night ahead
Barn
Owl by Sarah-Jayne Charlesworth
(aged 12)
As he swoops down,
And the air brushes through his wings,
His bright beady eyes lighten up the night,
He's like a king or queen.
He's like a snowball falling through the sky,
And all you can see is his beady eyes.
He swoops for his prey,
And lands on the ground,
No one knows what he has found.
He's like a snowball falling through the sky,
And all you can see is his beady eyes.
It could be a bird,
It could be a rat,
It could be something under a hat.
No one knows what he has found,
And now he leaves his treacherous ground.
Ouch! by Bethany Potts (aged 13)
Sailing along in a submarine,
under the sea we are,
better than travelling by plane,
better than by car.
Watching all the fish go by,
some I say hello to ,
others just plain hi,
then I see a piranha
I feel excitement tingling in my toes,
I open the hatch and let it in,
it swims forward and bites off my nose!
Fish
by Matthew Ashpole (aged 10)
I am a fish,
People want to eat me in a dish
I have fins to help me swim
People want to kill me limb from limb,
I have little bones
Sometimes I scratch my back along stones
I swim peacefully across the sea
I don't want to be anyone's tea!
My
Molly Girl, Why Did You Have to Go? by
Kiy Black
In memory of my dog, Molly
You were always there
when I needed a friend
You were always there to keep me warm in the cold
You were always there to wipe my tears away
You were always there when the sun had gone
You always stayed at my side
You always kept me warm when the weather was cold
You always put a smile on my face
You always gave light when there was no light
It's too lonely here
Why did the heavens have to take you?
I miss you too much
Now that you've left
I cry all the time when I think about you
My Molly girl, why did you have to go?
The
Pop Star Cat by Camille Tooze
and Form 4 (aged 9)
With dainty white tap shoes
And perfectly-applied black eyeliner
Behind her Gucci shades,
She smoothes her starched, lace bib
And begins her day.
In her baggy, soft, tracksuit bottoms
She spends the morning watching 'Top Cat'
After proudly pacing the cat-walk
That is the mossy, garden wall.
Her frantic, fluffy banner
Heralds the sound of the
Creaking, Whiskas-holding cupboard door.
Lazing on a sunny, silk cushion
She purrs contentedly, as she washes her best velvet suit.
Night-time! Through cat-flap!
And quickly away to meet friends
Beside the 'Overflowing Bin Restaurant'.
A slap-up self-service feast of chicken bones and fish,
Completes her Hello-style schedule.
Purrrrfect!
Imaginary
Animal by Devon Conrad (aged
11)
I'm making up a 'maginary animal.
It's got:
Head of a lion
Feet of a dragon
Body of a flying squirrel
Ears of a koala
Rear end of a snake
And tail of a bird.
I'll call it:
Dragonqueenbuttlessroaringbirdbrainfireyfuzzear
My
Cat by Amy Lambert (aged 10)
My cat
got fatter
and fatter.
I didn't know
what was the matter.
Then,
know what she did?
She went in the cupboard
and hid.
She was fat when she went in,
but she came out -
thin!
I had a peep.
Know what I saw?
little kittens
all in a heap
1-2-3-4.
My cat's great.
Singing
Swallowtail by J. C. Szwarc
My sister Sally had a snake
Its color was silver and sienna.
My sister, Sally called her snake Sally,
because she liked it, too.
The snake would hiss at her and say
Silly Sally, Silly Sally.
One day her friend bought her a Siamese fish,
But the snake slithered to its tank and
Slurped it.
When Sally saw the snake slurping the Siamese fish
She shrieked and squealed.
Now Sally's only pet is a singing Swallowtail...
Cats
by Olivia Griffiths (aged 8)
Cats just can't control
Their purr, their grrrrrr
Their proud stroll
Their paws are itchy
And their fur is too
They'd sleep in a cardboard box or shoe
Close your eyes
And imagine a cat
In your cupboard
With your frock and hat
Some have white fur
Some have brown
Some are excited
And some just lie down.
Some cats in town
Have scratched in bins
They are covered in fleas
And smelly bean tins
Some cats look evil
With bright green eyes
Some are like mine
And have nine lives
But if they run out
Don't be upset
Because one of these days
You'll get a new pet!
My New Kitten by Hannah Voss
Star-struck as she looked at the gift of Heaven before her,
Joy roared through her heart like a thunderstorm,
Small hands stroking the warm fur
Soft like a wool blanket
Or down feathers laid down, laid down,
She looked into his marble eyes,
How he mews, purrs, meows, and whimpers,
Peering at him, happy like a kid on Christmas Day,
He's falling asleep, comfort him, comfort him,
Quietly, quietly, quietly, quietly now!
The
Raccoon's Mask by Hannah Voss
Late one afternoon in
Timberwood's Forest
Right before the blazing sun had gone to sleep
A small raccoon had gotten lost from his mother.
As it was nervously searching for her
He came upon a vicious bear twice as large as an elephant.
The raccoon was terrified
Until out of nowhere a beautiful angel appeared
However, she simply gave the raccoon
A handful of soot and left.
The confused raccoon immediately started running
But to his dismay he fell upon a log.
The soot from his hands powdered upon his face.
The soot blended in with the environment
So the raccoon could not be seen
The baby raccoon safely returned to its mother
And ever since this incident raccoons have always
Been born with a black "mask" on their face.
Horse
by Eleanor Reader (aged 12)
The horse runs free in
the wind
Her silken mane flowing
Going nowhere
Feeling the warm breeze rush through her
T-lot! T-lot, t-lot.
Feeling the adventurous adrenaline flood her
A feeling of total freedom.
Bound by rules none, she gallops
Gallops, gallops into space.
Limits
by Olivia (aged 11)
The wind whipping my
mane
The earth at my feet,
The crunch of golden grain
And the young lamb's bleat.
The rush of choice
The taste of speed,
My mother's voice
To forever heed.
I live in my limits
And you live in yours,
In two different worlds
Each without flaws.
Lion
Dreams by Abigail Ford (aged 8)
On the coldest nights,
In the coldest place,
In the coldest part world,
In the north south east on the coast of the west
There is a jungle to be said
On that very time
In that very place
All the creatures come out to play
They have fun and games
But one animal does not have fun and games
The animal that prowls about
The lion
It dreams of doing this
It wants to do this
But it cannot
It cannot dance
But one day
It meets another lion
That teaches it how to dance to dance
Teaches it how to dance
So next year it can dance away
The
Cat Lovers' Poem by Sara Ness
(aged 13)
When the world was new
And the lava was hot
And good was good
And bad was not
God created the earth
And all things thereon
The seas, and the land
And the humans, his pawn.
He created the fish
And the birds and the sky
And as the seven days passed on by
He created the greatest thing of all -
The cat, from whom all the greatest pets call.
When he was done, he was tired and sore
He'd done quite a lot, but he still needed more.
So as the very last thing, before he went to bed,
He created the dog, and laid down his head.
But the dog was unfinished, so docile and tame -
For God was quite tired. He'd forgotten the brain.
Scorpion
by James Burgin (aged 10)
The scorpion is a crane,
Arching its long spiked tail,
Lunging at prey and glaring with its large glass eyes,
It moves along slowly on its many legs,
Scuttling in the hot sun it searches hungrily,
For food it can kill with its poisonous needle of fate,
So it can raise up like a long hook, as the prey lies still like
snow,
Opens its grill-like mouth, devouring menacingly.
After the day passes it gently settles down,
In the desert night it lies down restlessly,
Under a rock out of the moody desert wind,
It closes its beady eyes,
Just leaving a curtain of gold.
Hoof
Prints In The Sand by Robyn
Wiles (aged 12)
Ever since I can remember I have wanted to be free,
To roam the gorge and mountain tops with no-one chasing me,
I've longed to travel to a place that nature holds to heart,
and live a life of freedom that no-one can tear apart.
To run along the beaches and leave hoof prints in the sand,
and feel the water splashing, oh now wouldn't that be grand?
To munch the fresh new pasture as it breaks through natures soil,
Or even have my ears scratched by a friend forever loyal.
And now that time has
come at last,
When I can taste that wild free grass,
To run beside the great blue sea,
without a person riding me
I turn my head to look aback
and see my hoof prints smiling back
Who
Am I? by
Celina I. Lopez (aged 9)
There in the distance,
I see your gentle way.
I wonder what you do all day, run around and play?
Together we would have such fun,
Just you and me, in the sun.
I'd love to join you if I could,
I know I really, really would!
I must keep hoping for it to happen, that would be so cool.
But for now I must leave, and get myself to school!
(A
horse of course)
Dolphin
by Jasmine Tooze (aged 12)
Sea giggler,
Water wiggler,
Fish eater,
Water bleater,
Wave hopper,
Water toppler,
Elegant blue,
Entertaining you!
Caterpillar
by Samuel Mackereth (aged 10)
On a
leaf on a branch on a tree in a wood
A little egg hatched on the leaf where it stood
And out came a caterpillar round and fat
And began to feast on the leaf where it sat
It finished that leaf and began on another
Without ever seeing its father or mother
Then on that leaf on that branch on that tree in that wood
It became a pupa on that leaf where it stood
Then in that case on that leaf on that branch on that tree
A strange thing happened that no-one could see
That little caterpillar fat and green
Became the brightest butterfly ever seen.
My
Dog by Kristin Y. (aged 11)
My dog ran into a wall,
We think
Her face is flat. She's kinda fat
And no one can see her nose
Her name is Chloe
She's the runt
But the cutest of all
Cause she's My dog...
The one that ran into a wall.
Rats
by Brooke Freeman (aged 11)
They slip through cracks
And they slide through holes
Across the floor they scamper.
Their noses pick up delicious smells,
Their paws are sleek and quick.
When they here footsteps, they scatter.
Amazing sense of smell, hearing and speed.
They are household pests,
Almost as horrible as all of the rest.
Some are small and some are big,
The size usually matters.
My
Insect Zoo by Bethany Pickering
(aged 8)
In my insect zoo there
are bugs of many kinds
You will have to look very carefully because some are hard to find
Centipedes have lots of legs
And there are lots of wiggly worms
Please don't put them near your mouth because they are full of germs.
In my insect zoo there
are bugs of many sorts
Slugs and snails are very slow and can't take part in sports
Butterflies are friendly
You can chase them round in rings
But please don't chase the bees and wasps or you may get some stings.
In my insect zoo there
are bugs of many shapes
Spiders are very fast and weave there webs round gates
Ants are very strong
They can lift ten times there weight
But be careful with your picnic or they will nick your plate.
Butterflies
Hatched
by Michael Lessard (aged 9)
When it's hanging from a branch
It's in the curled chrysalis.
A week of darkness is present.
When it emerges from the cover
It is like the sun rising.
It comes out. The sun bursts.
The butterfly is hatched.
Dogs
by Elizabeth Smith (aged 8)
Dribbly Dogs
Dirty Dogs
Some Dogs Are Dangerous
Danger Dogs
Dozy Dogs
Some Dogs Are Dainty.
Dopey Dogs
Dashing Dogs
Some Dogs Are Different.
Dalmatian Dogs
Alsatian Dogs
Dumb Dogs
Dogs Are Fine With Me
Dogs
by Ben Batchelor (age 8)
Dogs are dangerous and dribble
Dogs are disgusting
I think dogs like their dinner
Dogs are dozey
Dogs are built for digging
Dogs are doughnuts
Dogs are mutts.
Strawberries
by Daniel Kemp (aged 13)
You old mongrel, Paws
touched me in the heart
Now your eyes are always looking over me
I'm thinking about you
I loved the way you looked happy when we played
You died on your tenth birthday and missed your eleventh
I have still got your
lead in my room
I've looked after it for you.
If I could turn back time I would
You always smelt of strawberries
Cats
and Dogs by Tracy Brinks (Aged
13)
The felines and the canines
they should have been made friends.
The cats were given nine lives,
the dogs were given friends.
Why do they hate each other so?
To chase the other up a tree.
The cats use claws to make their point
but the dogs...
use boys and girls, their best friends.
Bird
by Lauren (aged 10)
A bird in a nest
Singing softly to herself
In the early Spring.
Birds
by Raymond Pavil
The Birds Were Sitting
On A Tree Branch Singing As
The Wind Blew Around!
Lorna's Zoo by Lorna Phillips (aged
9)
Fish get fed
Hungry as can be
Always moaning
Never pleased
Hideaway in the corner
Scared of c
