A Small Hunting Friend – A Riddle


I’m gorgeous, and I’m useful, colorful and small

even though my feet are short, I’m still good at brawl.

My main food is insects, small reptiles, mammals, and more

from carrion I keep away, I prefer a wider soar.

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I’m unusually fast in moving, the wind carries me around

When I hunt, I’m very silent, but when I court, I make my sound.

I’m known to be quite talkative, my cry can be heard from far

to every student of ornithology, I’m a famous star.

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We are migratory fowl, in fall we are moving South

we spend the winter in Central America where we live in routh.

Back home up north ’till Canada, we return to breed our young

we sing, we dance, and so we court, we all act as sprung.

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We breed in caves, in old trees, and sometimes we use a nest

but to be honest, we don’t like to build, nestboxes are the best.

There we raise a couple youngsters, sometimes they’re also more

normal it is we have six babies, but rarely only four.

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I mentioned we are useful to many farmers in the countryside

we hunt vermin, critters, insects on their ground from far and wide.

we protect the crop with what we eat and they love our call

That’s why they love us hunting there, even though we’re only small.

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From Canada to Texas we are widely known and often seen

we’re not endangered, that is good, and we have never been.

I know it’s hard to guess my identity and that’s the game

That’s why I’ll tell you – American Kestrel – that’s my name.

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(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, May 2020)


 

Picture courtesy of: https://www.audubon.org/field-guide/bird/american-kestrel

 

A Trace Of Danger In The Mountains – A Riddle


I am death on four paws

I have no smell and no race

My food is meat in the raws

I’m not betrayed by a trace.

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I’m not in danger to go extinct

My color protects me in every case

I solely live on my own instinct

I have a territory, not a personal space.

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I’m a silent lethal danger,

I’m always hidden and calm

I can’t be discovered by some stranger

when I approach you, say your last psalm.

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My prey is often bigger than me

but I’m smart and I’m strong

Your size it can’t save you, you’d see

don’t believe to outrun me, you are dead wrong.

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I do exist from Canada in the North

through the Americans all the way

in the Andes in the south and so forth

where I am I always find my prey.

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I’m gorgeous and secret I sneak on silent sole,

respect me, I’m hidden and I don’t feel shame

I’m not by many names, but I’m no evil soul

Call me Moutain Lion, Puma or Cougar – and it is my name.

*****

(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, February 2020)

Picture courtesy of ThePressDemocrat.com

 

A Strong F(r)iend – A Riddle

 


I have four legs but I got no tail

I’m strong and square, not a bit frail.

I got huge, I mean, enormous paws

and no nails I got – no, I got claws!

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Even though I walk on four

I can also stand on two – no more.

It’s always good for showing off

I look even worse, and hard and tough!

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I’m a loner, no herd, no pack

I can sleep on my stomach and on my back

I’m a hunter, but still I’m omnivore

I can mutter, grummle, hum and roar.

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There are many sorts of our kind

We all are dangerous, of the same mind.

We might look cuddly, that is said

but don’t trust us for a second, or you’ll be dead.

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Science has proven, after lots of to probe

You can find us all over the round globe

From far South American to all up North

where I’m roaming back and forth.

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We show up in different size

in many colors also quite disguise.

Brown and black, with spectacles and white hair

Yes, you’re right – I am the bear!

*****

(Copyright, Aurora Jean Alexander, December 2019)

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

 

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

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/

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

The Little Buddy Wearing Makeup – A Riddle


It Looks like I wear glasses

my coat is silver gray

my hands and feet are very dark

all in all I look okay.

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I’m not limited to hunting

at night time or at dawn

one can find me all day long

with a face like Makeup on.

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It seems like I am washing

my food before I eat;

this is just a fairy tale

but believe me, it looks sweet!

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A huge trouble-maker

that is how I’m known.

People seem to want us

but no family, just alone.

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We look very cute and friendly

but hell, can we get pissed

when one day you feed and spoil us

the next day we get dissed.

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It’s true we can be hand-raised

tamed and trained to see

but please just do remember

we want to be wild and free.

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I am no pet to keep at home

to hug and smooch and swoon.

by now you might have guessed

I am the cute racoon!

*****

(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, January 2018)

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

 

A Little Sleepy Fella – A Riddle

Picture courtesy of: http://questionmark.guide/

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I’m fast and tiny, undisputed

seems in Europe am I rooted.

But now I exist ‘cross half the Earth

where I sleep I feed and I give birth.

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Twice a year I have a litter

of four to six the same ol’ critter.

I live in nature, cute and free

Don’t hold me as pet, no good for me.

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I live in families most of the time

I hunt on the ground, but I can climb!

We’re many sorts and some extinct

small ones big ones in all tinct.

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I’m a rodent, cute as hell

a delicacy to old Romains, I can tell.

I’m omnivorous, I run and cheep

but six month of a year I spend in sleep.

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I am fast, I need no spur

my tail is covered all in fur.

Living out in nature, I don’t like no house

I’m hard to guess – I’m a dormouse.

*****

(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, October 2017)

 

Picture courtesy of: http://www.google.com
A dormouse is a rodent, but not a mouse. They mainly live in Europe and Africa, but lately had been discovered in Asia too. Dormice are omnivorous and a favorite prey for owls.

Cuddly Black And Whites – A Riddle

 

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It is day but just as well it’s night

which means it’s dark as well as light.

It doesn’t climb but stays on ground

in all Americas it can be found.

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It is a mammal and a loving one

Mom protects her kids until they’re gone.

Dad doesn’t care, but Mom will be

until baby is ready for family.

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In winter when cold, it goes to sleep

but does not do it very deep.

It wakes up and feeds then goes back

where its sisters sleep in a dozen pack.

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It’s omnivore, means it does eat all

hunting, killing, tear and maul.

It feeds on plants, insects, meat ‘n egg

it shows no mercy, don’t cry and beg.

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They’re alone whenever they don’t breed

they can run with quite surprising speed.

And even though they’re black and white

they aren’t Zebra’s that is right.

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The Great Horned Owl is on the hunt

and catches our mammal pretty blunt.

Wolves, foxes, badgers they stay away

scared of it’s weapon, a bad spray!

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Our little buddy, and there is no wink

can defend himself and badly stink!

Cute and cuddly, a black and white hunk

I’m sure, you guessed: It is the skunk!

 

*****

(Copyright Aurora Jean Alexander, September 2017)

 

Picture curtesy of: http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2011/06/110602-skunks-anal-stripes-smell-science-mammals/