We’ve decided to extend the deadline for the poetry competition one more week. We’ve had a number of good entries but would love some more!
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- Sans the Claws, Anoles Present Under The Trees? - December 5, 2014
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marthamunoz
A haiku based on how signals key into the neural sensitivities of the senses:
Silent serenade
A chorus of dewlappers
Visual music
Katie Boronow
This poem is inspired by the travails of searching for the elusive Phenacosaurus orcesi during a trip to Baeza, Ecuador last summer:
The phenacosaur awakens from dreams of juicy prey,
The volcano Antisana shines brightly in the day.
Perched on a twig, he rests safely assured,
“Those silly humans don’t know what they’re looking for!”
Skirting the road edges with trucks whizzing by,
No lizards in sight, oh! how time doth fly.
Binoculars in hand and scanning the brush,
The orcesi are hidden in the leaves so lush.
The day slips by till the moon rises high,
The time for finding an orcesi is nigh.
Alack! Alas! A lizard in sight!
But it’s only A. fitchii, try as we might.
Adam Algar
This seemed like a much better use of my time than writing a lecture for Friday:
An Anole Limerick:
There once was an anole from Jamaica
Who said, “you won’t leave, so I’ll make ya”
And he bobbed his head
Until he was dead
Poor anole, it was just T. Ord tryin’ to fake ya.
ps. this poem does not have animal-care approval
Yoel Stuart
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