Miscellaneous Animal Poems 2

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I have a friend Euglena, who

Is quite a funny fella

Animal, but plant-like, too

Chlorophyll, flagella

One red eye, one leg (quite long)

A strange-appearing fellow

Who acts like there is nothing wrong

Though he looks greenish yellow!

Strange to say, he might be she

But if I had to tell her

No trouble could it really be

If she was not a feller

Animal, plant, he, or she

One eye, one leg, who cares!?

I'm sure that big red eye will see 

Through anyone who stares!

Ants build anthills in the lawn

Dart underground, and then they're gone

To race through pathways, on and on

In highways underneath the lawn

Moles in tunnels, run and run

Play in moonlight, hide from sun

Earthworms, anthills, and other fun

All night run, and run and run

Roots grow slowly, way down deep

In moist dark ground, where they keep

Company with moles, and never sleep

Except in the winter, way down deep

Still farther down, mysterious rocks

Who live where the curious mole never knocks

Living by time told by million-year clocks

Mysterious, ancient, deep-buried rocks

And I stand above these things below

Ignorant of them, how little I know

Kicking the grass with my toe

A giant, teasing the world below

I have to say that a spider is scary

Eight long legs, and very hairy

Those eight small shiny, beady eyes

An eerie Halloween disguise!

Its favorite place to take a nap

Is in its deadly, silken trap

And yet, that trap - the web - is fun

Glistening in the morning sun

When decorated with the dew, 

It's nearly iridescent, too

Something like a fishing net

Though never dipped in water, wet,

With tiny jewels strewn around

The galaxy where they are found

Or maybe just a highway map

Of roadways in a spiral wrap

Galaxy, though it may seem,

In the center, eight eyes gleam

Eight long legs, and very hairy

I think a spider’s rather scary!

I found two mice, both very small

In fact, they were the smallest of all

the mice that I have ever found

Huddled together, on the ground

So tiny, that I thought at first

They did not move, and feared the worst

Until I bent down, close, and saw

Tiny tail and tiny paw

Tiny whiskers, tiny fur

Glinting, then I knew that they were

Breathing, so I picked them up

And held them in a little cup

A cup that I made with my hand

I wanted them to understand

That they'd be safe up in the air 

While they were kept within my care

On coming home from work one night

At our back door, to my delight

I looked and saw a lovely pair

Of little tree frogs waiting there

One clung to the door itself

And perched there like a tiny elf

High upon the cliffside, he

Sat silent, as he gazed at me

The other sat down on the sill

Below the giant man-made hill

He didn't even seem to care

That I had stopped and joined him there!

They stayed there as I opened wide

The door, and as I went inside

I wonder, did they laugh that night?

Did they think me the funny sight?

Which one had the greater laugh

The froggish, or the human half?

As universes crossed that night

Beneath my doorway's entry light...

One day when I was on a walk

I saw him basking on a rock

No larger than my left big toe

In spite of sixty legs or so

Better dressed than most of his type

He wore a suit with stylish stripe

A creature with a stately gait

When he walked, he'd undulate

Wonderfully designed, indeed

That lazy, leggy millipede