Napowrimo #15: The Platypus

Privately, the platypus feels
it’s only rotten luck
that people don’t refer instead
to the platypus-billed duck.


Napowrimo #14: The mason bird

The remarkable nest of the weaver bird
is passably well known;
less famous is the mason bird
which carves a nest from stone.
The proportions can be clumsy;
there’s a tendency to schlock,
a rather Disney mixture
of the Gothic and Baroque;
some ornamental flourishes
are let down by poor technique.
But not bad for a bird holding
a chisel in its beak.


[I did write one for yesterday, but it was purely to say I’d written one and even by Napo standards it wasn’t worth posting]


Napowrimo #12: Giraffe

The usual way to spot giraffe
is by their penetrating laugh;
so those which are a bit dejected
frequently go undetected.


Napowrimo #11: Chicken poem

A chicken is really just a duck
who makes the lifestyle choice to cluck.


Napowrimo #10: The Garden Bear

There’s a bear at the end of the garden.
I don’t know why she’s there;
she just turned up one afternoon
and dug herself a lair.

She tends to squash the plants
but I’m glad to have a creature
who’s so majestic when she’s splashing
in the water feature.

I don’t see her in winter;
she curls up in her den
and hibernates till daffodils
are back in bloom again,

but when I take potato peelings
to the compost heap
I sometimes hear her snoring
or roaring in her sleep.


Originally I had ‘talking in her sleep’, but I didn’t want to anthropomorphise the bear too much. ‘Roaring’ is a bit odd, though, maybe. Mumbling? Whimpering? Growling?


Napowrimo #9: The Ocelot

The loveliest of wild cats
is probably the ocelot;
it also has nice shiny teeth
although it doesn’t floss a lot.