A Fierce Cold Predator – A Riddle

 

You will find me in the mountains

where the air eventually clinks of cold

seeing me means fear and danger

a slinky predator, hungry and bold.

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I might not be huge, but still I’m lethal

you can’t outrun me, fleeing isn’t wise

no matter how fast you think you will be

only to try means to simply fantasize.

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I’m adjusted well to the mountain’s climate

you won’t see me until it’s much too late

don’t make yourself one of my victims

or you might early see the pearly gate.

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My nose is wide to warm the air I breathe

my fur is thick to protect me from the cold

my paws are wide and furry to not sink in

to keep me on a snow blanket and have a better hold.

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We are an endangered species,

you will find most of us in Asia,

from North down to the South

from Russia, to Tibet, to India, until Malaysia.

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Thanks to human help and support

there are more of us than the past ten years.

Slowly we might be helped by humans

which calms us and lessens our fears.

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To help you guess, I might also tell you

that my ears are round, my eyes green or gray

my ears are round, my belly whitish,

I was called beautiful, and it’s true I must say.

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I’m muscular, lean, fast and leonine,

a predator of ibex, goat and also lamb.

Due to atopy of vodal cords I cannot roar

Yes, the Snow Leopard, that’s what I am.

*****

(Aurora Jean Alexander, Copyright, December 2018)

 

picture courtesy of Google.com

 

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Hiding & Hibernation – A Riddle


I’m cute and cuddly, without any fail

four legs, two ears and a useful tail.

I’m moving quite fast with barely a break

searching for food from seeds to a cake.

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My nose it is constantly sniffing for something to eat

my feet never stand still, not on tree nor on street.

There are many of us in different sorts

we love playing, complaining and even play sports.

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In autumn we’re eating, preparing to sleep

some food we do bury, sometimes too deep.

Even though we go sleeping when winters are cold

we are homeotherms, truth to be told.

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Several homeotherms often share a cave or a den

we never sleep through winter, have to get up and then

trying to search the food in the ground

but sometimes we hid it too well, it was never found.

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Up to two times a year our babies are born

we take care of them together, as it was sworn.

They come into this world, naked and blind

their fur non-existent, their paws intertwined.

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We eat almost everything, hungry we are

for food we are running, not close but quite far.

up a tree and across fields, sometimes it needs guts

but the food we love most, are definitely nuts.

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As cute as we are, please, don’t catch us in nets

we are wild animals and don’t make good pets!

I guess you know what we are and you’re not to blame

Let me introduce myself: Squirrel my name.

*****

(Aurora Jean Alexander, Copyright December 2018)

Picture courtesy of: https://ind.pn/2EjWDjp

From Fall To Winter

It’s gray outside, and once again

the world turns cold with fog and rain.

No more golden colors of the fall

the season ends, once and for all.

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Not long ago the grass was green

the early fall our eyes have seen;

now, brown and flat on ground it lies

There is no doubt, our nature dies.

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Rain pours down, the sky is gray

it’s dark outside, even during day.

Evenings are cold, no time to jog

the days start slow with thick white fog.

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The trees are bald, the leaves are gone

they’re dead and wet on our lawn.

It seems the time for wet and cold

for rain and frost, for death and mold.

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The year ends soon, it’s Christmas time

we should all laugh and sing and rhyme.

Nature has made its own pace slow

we all just hope for Christmas snow.

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And still, this late fall time in every year

is a sign of rest and sleep, and not of fear!

It’s Nature’s way of winter break

get ready for spring and anew awake.

*****

(Aurora Jean Alexander, Copyright December 2018)


Picture courtesy of: https://www.mutualart.com/Artwork/Late-Fall-Landscape/66D4B112B9600F4D 

 

 

Fall Colors

I wake up one day the world’s still bright
but the sun’s got weak when it shines its light.
I want to feel the warmth, but still it seems
there is that milky veil around the beams
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I go outside, I see the pearls of dew
on flowers, grass, even on the bird that flew
just up while quavering its beguiling song,
His wings are brown as he flies along.
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When I get up the streets are still
cloaked by fog, the air is chill.
Humidity turns streets all black
when will their light gray be back?
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The leaves are turning red and brown
some yellow ones look like a crown.
It’s colorful, with ‘rust’ and ‘sunshine’,
with ‘umbra’, ‘burgundy’ and ‘red wine’.
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Beige and chocolate, light charcoal
bushes, hedges, trees change whole.
Orange, teal and pumpkin pie
are the warm new colors under sky.
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Sienna, mango and dark peach
everything changes within reach.
Sienna, calico and antique gold
things that were new now seem to be old.
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Wind whirls around the now dry leaves
we humans changed into long sleeves.
Fall is here, we’re sighing deep
Nature prepares to fall asleep.
*****
(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, September 2018)


Picture courtesy of USA Today

A Colorful Metamorphosis – A Riddle


When I am born in a small egg

I have neither head nor have I leg.

All I am once I am hatched

is an eating machine well matched.

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All I’m then is stomach and mouth

I’m eating through meals from North through South.

growing, growing is my goal

I’m a worm with no heart, nor have I soul.

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But even then I’m out of norm

I have different colors, skin or form.

I come in all different, wormy sorts

just eating to us, is life and sports.

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After I have reached my size

the next stage of life, it is my prize.

A time of silence it is, and peace

a time to change and still to cease.

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For quite some time I am a shell

‘pupa’ called, it’s hidden well.

Every cell of mine is turning me

into something else, you soon will see.

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The last and most important stage

is of an adult, out of that cage.

A second time it’s time to hatch

my former ‘me’s’ well to dispatch.

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This time, no doubt, I first will be

a trembling ‘newborn’, delicate and free.

This time I’m beautiful with wings to fly.

I figure you guessed – now I am a butterfly.

*****

(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, August 2018)

Picture courtesy of: http://www.spiritanimal.info/butterfly-spirit-animal/

Welcome Summer 2018

The world is sleepy, enjoys the heat

so many smells the air tastes sweet

from flowers, honey, grass and hay

kids and sprinklers, time to play.

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I hear the humming of the bees

I feel the soft wind in the trees

leaves give shadows very rare

humid and heavy is the air.

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Birds stop feeding all their brood

it is time for adulthood.

No time to keep them safely hedged

they fly free are fully fledged.

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Birds are sleeping in the trees

they start singing at the silence of bees

when slowly sunbeams are going to sleep

before the world starts sleeping deep.

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What a wonderful relaxing time

when nature is right on its prime.

But deep inside we know it all

we are expecting soon the fall.

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But for now we all enjoy the smiles

the smell of ice cream over miles.

The swim in lakes, in pools in sea

In summertime we all feel free.

*****

(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, June 2018)

Picture courtesy of: http://www.google.com

A Busy Worker – A Riddle


A hard working girl that’s what I am

from the day I’m born ‘til the day I die.

After a quite spoiled nursery,

my work will be valued high.

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There are 12,000 sorts of us

spread out in all regions of the Earth

even in the desert and the arctic circle

surviving heat and ice with mirth.

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Some of us exist under water,

deep in an Australian pond.

Our buddies in the desert run the fasted

With at least three feet per second.

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Our smallest sorts are tiny

Less than 1/3 an inch.

Our biggest friends are monsters

2 ¾ in. and they can bite and pinch.

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We all live in a monarchy

Mostly working girls and queen

The boys are good to fertilize

then they die and food they’ve been.

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We can carry 10 times our weight

We never rest or pant.

I guess you’ve figured out by now

Oh yes, I am an ant.

*****

(Copyright June 2018, Aurora Jean Alexander)


Picture courtesy of: https://www.popsci.com/ants-find-way-walk-backwards-navigation