The Year 6 Book of Animals

The Eagle By Adam K Eagle Eagle, flying high, above the mountains, You glorify, And what foolish feet or eye, could dare not be satisfied? Eagle Eagle, who made you? Were you made in a zoo? Who gave you such great eyes? And Who made you so very bright? And what man would challenge you? For they would just hide and flee. For Your power will prevail, and Your strength will not fail. How high can you fly? And how deep can you soar? How were you born? And how do you mourn? You're so brave. And you have given, Mankind such a beautiful thing.. You're so majestic , And yet so mystic. Eagle, Eagle, we all love you so dearly, Eagle, Eagle, who are you really?

THE BEE&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; by Fraser N The bee is a graceful thing, But it has a vicious sting. It has big all seeing eyes And on flowers it only relies. Bee, bee, how were you formed? When your friends die, do you mourn? Your wings are as thin as silk; Your pupils are as white as milk. Do you live in a hive to survive? O bee, how fury are thee? You have fur from head to toe And pollen sticks to you everywhere you go. Bee, bee, you are so great; You have thousands of mates All making great jars of honey... Sadly you don't make any money!

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Southern Greenland Shark &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;By Henry B O you, Southern Greenland Shark, You that dwell in the dark, When you grow old and wise, You can finally visualise The destruction caused by humankind, Even though you are partly blind. We should be able to see, Others want to have mercy.&nbsp; Whilst some catch you in the sea, and sell you at the faire; But everything that breaths air, Knows next to nothing about you. O you, Southern Greenland Shark, When you are old enough to finally embark on your own journey across the sea, The fish you meat will guarantee, Your chance of survival is good; But, because you are misunderstood, People will drag you up, And you will have to migrate down Into the safety of the depths And one by one, these little steps Will help you live.

Deathstalker By Neil C Stalker, Stalker creeping by, In the desert with a sky, Who would want to see such a creature, And want to get taught by such a teacher? Whatever made it, Would never dream it, Being such a terrible creature; I once have seen it in the Sahara Desert. What sting and clingers would match the ones on the death stalker, Who would want to mess with it, And who would want to get stung by such a creature? Who dares to mess with the King of Scorpions? Stalker, Stalker creeping by, In the desert with a sky, Who would dare to see such a creature, And want to get taught by such a teacher?

The Year 6 Book of Animals

A collection of poetry inspired by William Blake

The Hyena By Minwoo C&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Hyena crawling in the deep, Of the fields of Africa. When hunting it may leap, And they howl like laughing kids. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; What evolution took place,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; In thy fearful mouth?&nbsp; To forge thy lethal weapon, &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Of blood and flesh devouring. How it slinks into the dark, And lords over even bears, What would you do with mercy? But waste it into evil air. With it's powerful jaws of death, He is undoubtedly the king of all. It has a breath of torture, But as all do, It will hence fall…

The Eagle By Barnaby D On a day, sunny and warm, An eagle soared, It climbed up thermals as though it was bored. It’s claws glinting in the sunlight, As black as obsidian, As sharp as a blade.&nbsp; The eagle’s soft brown, down, It’s brittle, black primaries,&nbsp; Stretching out like fingers. The eagle’s curved beak;&nbsp; A pair of golden scissors. It’s plain white tail, The way to guide a ship through a storm. As the eagle hunts for fish, The fishermen follow it, Knowing well that he would&nbsp; Lead them to fish. As the glides down for the kill, A fish spots the flash of white, The tail,&nbsp; However the fish can’t do anything, &nbsp;to save itself. But as time runs it’s track, These majestic Kings and&nbsp; Queens will see their fate. This fate is not human or otherwise. They call it climate change.

The Cheetah By Lucas B The king of the grasslands&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; speeds along the African planes,&nbsp;&nbsp; It's fur flattened by the wind. The red laser eyes Stare into the distance. Will he make it back? A spring inside its body Compresses and expands As it runs. Its fur is covered in&nbsp; An ink spill. Light shining, Its fur is an orange glow. The paws have been scratched&nbsp; And eroded. What animal was it? A CHEETAH!

The Serval By Edward B Serval, Serval stalking through the grass, A deadly predator ranked top-class. Ears pricked up listening for food. A rodent, a bird will lift his mood. He’s on the hunt, he’s seen his prey. His target's reached his final day. Discreet and stealthy, he leaves no sign. Creeping forwards-the killer feline! He leaps up without a sound. And slams a mouse upon the ground. Pierced by terrible claws, The mouse is held in serval jaws. He plays with his kill like a ball of string Then wraps its tail around his claw like a ring, Then throws it up and crunches it, Munches it up and leaves just a bit. Purring and meowing he stretches out, Sleepy and lazily lying about, Then falls asleep to the crickets beat, Resting and reclining in the African heat.

Dog, Dog By Olly P Canine, Canine man's best friend, At my side, always there till the end. Paws moving, beating the ground, Ears flapping flapping wildly round. Springer spaniel panting, wildly waiting, Waiting for a tennis ball Tempting puppy eyes looking and pleading, Pleading for food and love. Golden lab rollover, rollover, Waiting for strokes, begging for a treat. I run my hand through the soft fur Then he goes sweetly to sleep. Dog, Dog when another dog comes, You growl fiercely in protection Waiting for a nice walk, Whining, whimpering, trying to talk. Springer lab, such a friend&nbsp; Always there till the end. No more dog, no more I miss you so much dog, come back.

Roar! The Liger By Orlando S Liger, liger so special and scary In the enclosure by the aviary. What zoologist could feed An animal nature couldn't breed? In what jungle or plain&nbsp; Is an animal that fits your name? You stand high, as big as a horse And your weight carries a great force. Stuck in a cage there's nowhere to run, And nowhere to swim even for fun, ‘Breeding you is wrong’ they chorused Escape with me to the Gir Forest. You roar so loud it hurts my ears And you force your tough keeper to tears. Why don’t you run with me? No keeper will see us go. Liger, liger so special and scary In the enclosure by the aviary. What zoologist could feed An animal God didn’t breed?

The Rabbit By Yan Z Rabbit, Rabbit, bouncing around, Quietly munching on his food. Inside a pet shop, waiting to be bought, Before someone comes along to buy it. He has a small round tail, Like a fluffy table tennis ball. He also has long floppy ears, And a small round nose. With little front teeth, Eating carrots and grass. Once they have finished eating, Little bouncy balls fall on the floor They have very short legs, But they can run really fast. They can run faster than a human, But how? Rabbit, Rabbit, sitting around, Quietly munching on his food. Inside a pet shop waiting to be bought, When someone comes along to buy him.

The Quetzal Sebastian B Soaring, soaring, soaring high&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; through the wonders of the sky, announcing strains high and low Twisting and twirling to and fro, Gliding, gliding, gliding down, twitching and kakaling like a clown, piercing and cutting through the air giving all a sudden scare, Beating, beating, beating down any lower and it would drown, with no mercy upon its prey it remains apex predator of the day, Drifting, drifting, drifting on against the moonlight thin and wan, what majestic creature is this? Beware extinctions cruel abyss, Quetzal, quetzal, quetzal king no sceptre yours but mighty wing, confined to myths and tales of yor Would that we saw your like once more.

Snake Poem By Arthur H Nothing was out of place, The sun, glinting rays through the canopy, Wind barely disturbing the lower fronds, The deer nuzzling gently at unseen shoots on the forest floor. The deer pranced silently down the endless road of trees, As its hoofs go ‘Crunch, Crunch!’ Who has seen such a creature? Who has seen such beauty? Nothing noticed the change, The birds falling silent from their airy vantage points, Invisible rodents scurrying into invisible holes, A blade of grass twitching in the absence of a breeze. Nothing prepared the deer for the strike, A glimpse of fawn geometry in the corner of its eye, The irresistible squeeze of the python’s embrace… And the shoots grew on, unnuzzled.

The Piggy by Ben A Piggy,Piggy snorting loud,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Clever, sensitive and proud, Rolling, rolling round all day, In the mud but not the hay. Who made you, O pig so fair, With so very little hair? But your feelings are profound, Whilst you dig and dig the ground. Who dared make that such round nose, Striking such a jaunty pose? And when thy head began to think, Did you wish “O make me pink” Did you wish for four small trotters, For you to take on endless potters? Did you make thy wiggly tail, Just to bash against the pail? “Why am I misunderstood”? Goes the pig who’s in the wood, Why the man think I’m so dumb, When I’ve never sucked my thumb?

Little Rabbit By Tristan S Little rabbit in the mist, Shining the light of the day, A wonderful little creature, Always there when you feel upset. Rabbit, Rabbit of the day, As cute as a little baby, But where are you at night, Unlike a baby that’s always there. Why can people sell you Or keep you caged indoors, Why can’t you be free Out in the wilderness. Little Rabbit go away, be free.

Devil By Bertie W Devil, why are you called so? Have you done something wrong&nbsp; To achieve this name? With your Black fur and your streak of white Lurking, and hunting in the night. You're the top of your category, The number one marsupial by far; You're smaller than a dog but With your eyes and his&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Soul of a fighter, your claws Will not fail and neither will your bite. Devil, Devil why are you called so? You're a scavenger, that I know. Yet under your exterior lives a survivor &nbsp;Just another victim&nbsp;of the game Of life. Devil: What are thee? Who made thee?&nbsp; Who named thee? Devil.

Bee Bee By Louis M Bee bee, buzzing around, through the flowers on the ground; pollen from the flowers, Giving the bees powers. Their bulbous black eyes, guiding them through the skies; In the open fresh air, with the sweet blossom of pear. Their silk transparent wings, are very beautiful things; as their gentle little buzz, disappears into the fuzz. Staccato wings tapping to the beat, As the two swarms begin to meet; With their antenna swinging, with all the information pinging. They also make honey, earning us lots of money; in their little hives, who are learning to thrive. Such wonderful creatures, with amazing features; we all need to have a think, to make sure none of them are extinct.

The Macaroni Penguin By James P Penguin, Penguin jumping high With your lovely skin so pied. So good to hug, As soft as a rug. In so far icy seas or skies Do you swim to fast for my eyes On those wings that you aspire The intense speed of the fire. Your yellow hair spreads like a train, train, train, The reason of this boggles my brain. How you escape from terrors mighty clasp Is how you stay free from humanities grasp. Penguin, Penguin prancing high With your skin so pied&nbsp; So good to hug, As great as a rug.

Chameleon By Harry K Chameleon, Chameleon climbing on the leaves Your dome shaped body through the undergrowth, weaves Perfectly poised, you wait for your pray As the wind blows, you carefully sway. In what land, heaven or hell Built your scales so very well? Perfectly suited to living in tree’s You walk through the canopy as light as a breeze. Yellow and green, black and white No insect can see you in day or in night Your turreted eyes search out your next meal The insects can’t see you, they don't know the deal, Something lands on a branch up ahead It looks like an insect, it's time you were fed! You opened your mouth, the tongue rockets out! The insect is caught without a shout.

The Owl By George St The owl, the owl, the owl, At night he makes a howl... What for dinner? What for lunch? He eats it with a mighty crunch. How lovely it is to see The twigs fall of the tree For now it is time to flee As the owl shouts, “whee pee!” The owl standing high, wondering where, The scuttling mice had not moved there. With mighty movement and scare, Will the owl make the tear. But out of the moonlit, The owl squeezed tight, The moon shone brightly, As his soft fur shone whitely.

Tiger, Tiger By Alfie W Tiger, Tiger pacing round, round and round, Round and round, Heavy paws like drumbeats sound On hard stone grey ground. Tiger sleeps, tiger dreams Of the dusty savannah plains, Scorching furnace, African sun Throwing down her fiery beams. Waterhole, cold and clear, Tiger drinks, glad grateful gulps&nbsp; But his mighty hunt will soon start, The prey he stalks is near. Tiger wakes, Tiger glares Through shiny glass at curious stares. Who are these humans? Who are they? They have stolen his life away. This life of concrete, glass and brick, Hard and mean, walls so thick, Now Africa’s prince is not wild and free But caged in for eternity.

THE STARFISH By Hobart Y Have you ever seen a starfish Lying on the sandy beach, And as you held his leg He left it in your hand? He would hardly miss it, For you know what he will do. He’ll grow an exact same one&nbsp; Where he left the old one for you. How he loves his mouth-watering oysters! To him they are the truly best, He wraps himself around them And smother them to death. Look! There he sits for a feast, On the rock eating like a King, He doesn’t have to worry&nbsp; Or think about a thing. Have you ever seen a starfish&nbsp; Wiggling in the sea, And as you grab his back He sticks on your hand? Have you?

The Dog By Michael F Dog, Dog, an amazing friend, I will love them to the end, And when they bark, and when they run, You’ll never see a creature having so much fun, When they wait for you at home, Their tail wagging and with a bone, Their paws are adorable, And their price is affordable. Their fur is beautiful, And they are very dutiful, They love to go on walks, You can also converse and talk. They provide emotional support, They are wonderful and short, But sometimes big, And they dig for twigs.

Rabbit poem By John G The sun shines down, To the rabbits on the floor. Hopping around, In the never-ending moor. What do they do, In the dangerous, dark forest? Look for some food, And munch up the harvest. Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit, Where did you go? Hopping around, In the dark, forest, shadow.

Axolotl By Nathaniel B Axolotl standing out, In the deeps of the sea Lingering in the caves, of the deeps smiling as you go. The cutest predator That ever lived, sucking&nbsp; your prey through your Smiling mouth. Your crown waving&nbsp; as you go, swiftly&nbsp; And silently you crawl Through the waters of the deeps. Your body is smooth And slippery. You can be Many different colours: black, pink, blue, white, multicoloured You don’t care. Who dares to hurt Something as cute as&nbsp;you? Axolotl, the cutest Predator that&nbsp; Ever lived. Axolotl standing out, In the deeps of the sea, Lingering in the caves&nbsp; of the deeps, Who dares to hurt something&nbsp; So cute as you?

The Jackal By William I Jackal, jackal king of the sands, Craving for meat In the summer's heat under temperate turquoise skies. Staccato moves, bouncing on the sand In the hazy air With its pristine hair&nbsp; Its tail frantically wagging. Searching for that delectable meat, Meat, meat, meat, In whirl-wind of sand&nbsp; Which paw or hand? Beads of sweat decorate its neat fur, The air begins to blur&nbsp; In the summer's heat Under temperate turquoise skies.

The Eagle&nbsp; By Balthasar J American Kestrel, soaring down, A shadow, swift as a dart, Swooping, twisting, gliding - In skyward whirlpools. A beak strong enough to break bones, Talons as sharp as daggers, Wings as strong as a buffalo, And an eye sharp enough to see an ant in the air. Watch it glide in mid air, And dive at speeds through your imagination, So magnificent and glorious to see&nbsp; the American Kestrel.

Hamster, Hamster By Cameron J Hamster, Hamster, squeaking all night,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; In its cage eating kibble with delight, What innocent paws and eyes Playing games at midnight? In what distant hay or fluff Rustled the blacks of its eyes? On what paws dare it squeak? What the paws, dare seize the eyes? And what shoulder and what art, Could vibrate the bones of thy heart? And when the tiny heart began to beat What fast reactions? And what springy feet? What the feather? What the gold? In what River was your soul? What dust? What soft touch Dare its delicate squeezing hug? When the stars threw down their gold And dripped the fur in their tears: Did he look in awe at his creation? Did he who made the guinea pig make thee? Hamster, Hamster, squeaking&nbsp;all night, In its cage eating kibble with delight, What innocent paws or eyes Sleeping cosily in the night?

A collection of poetry inspired by William Blake

Lemur poem B Ayden C Lemur, lemur climbing high In the mornings bright blue sky, Short sharp claws, beady orange eyes And with its tail boosting high. Leaping, leaping through the sky, Searching for food in the sunlight, Glowing orange eyes illuminating the midnight sky. What created this mysterious and amazing creature? Bright orange eyes staring down its prey, Quickly pouncing and devouring the remains. Its long striped tail help it climb all day And its small but sharp claws help it get a grip.

The Raven By Sam H Raven raven, flying high In the brightness of the sky, What underlying limb or life Might steal thy terrible body of strife? In which far away lows or highs Lived the abyss that is thine eyes On what wings might he be gliding What the limb, could seize the dying. And what shoulder and which art Might curl the muscle of the heart? When the organ starts to live, Which fearful claw and which wing? What the manner were thee born ? In what forges were thine brain? What the metal, what the claw Dare its potent fears grasp? When huge other-worlds&nbsp;&nbsp; saw what was made, Did it show it s abyssal feathers Did he that made the bird make ye? Raven, raven gliding high In the highness of the sky, Which underlying limb or light Could&nbsp;clasp thy terrible body of strife?

Snake Poem - Arthur H The Piggy - Ben A Southern Greenland Shark - Henry B Deathstalker - Neil C The Hyena - Minwoo C The Eagle - Barnaby D The Dog - Michael F Rabbit Poem - John G The Eagle - Adam K The Bee - Fraser N The Elephant - Aditya S Portuguese Man O' War - George Si Little Rabbit - Tristan S Devil - Bertie W The Rabbit - Yan Z The Quetzal - Sebastian B The Cheetah - Lucas B The Serval - Edward B Axolotl - Nathaniel B The Jackal - William I The Eagle - Balthasar J Hamster, Hamster - Cameron J Bee Bee - Louis M The Macaroni Penguin - James P Dog, Dog - Olly P Roar! The Liger - Orlando S Tiger, Tiger - Alfie W The Starfish - Hobart Y The Dragon - Louis B The Peregrine Falcon - Bertie C Lemur Poem - Ayden C The Raven - Sam H Chameleon - Harry K The Owl - George St ...more to come!

THE ELEPHANT BY Aditya S The Elephant; trodding over plains, In&nbsp; herds of security and love, Which guiding lamp of wisdom, Could forge your majestic self? In which godly sanctuary, Did you emerge from your beating jewel? In which realm does your spirit lie? How so wise? How so grand? Which god, or which chant, Altered the chemistry of your nose? Which potion emerged your spears? For signature looks, or the iron fist? Which banishing, fourteen year whoosh, Slayed all horror,, with one loud trumpet? Did your creator&nbsp;destroy themself, Or empower themself with satisfaction? In which jungle or plain, Did your ears grow like your heart? In which family or herd, Did you create the splash of fun? Did your creator intend, For colour to be splashed over you? Did your creator intend, For you to be holy&nbsp; and praised? The Elephant; trodding over plains, In herds of security and love, Which guiding lamp of wisdom, Could forge your soul of strength?

Portuguese Man O' War By George Si It drifts silently through the murky depth of the deeps, Ambling to and thro in the mystifying dungeon of blue. It sneaks upon it’s victim and strikes,&nbsp; Innocent until proven guilty. In the deeps of the realms which he constructed, A devil in a sea of angels. Did he smile at what he forged, Was he pleased to see his Frankenstein? Did he think thrice when he hit the hammer? When he signed the clown fish's death sentences. When he used his wisdom and all his power, To create a electrifying creature of terror. Unseeing eyes, wander through the neutral, Mirth staggers out of it’s mouth and into the jungle around. It Shrieks with joy to see peasants fall before it, Drifting through a prison in a universe of blue. Nothing moves until ...Bang… electrifying and cold, The colony of polyps waves out of nowhere. Does he beam at what he fused? Is he happy to see his creation at work?&nbsp; It drifts silently through the murky depth of the deeps, Ambling to and thro in the mystifying dungeon of blue. It sneaks upon it’s victim and strikes,&nbsp; Always guilty and never innocent.&nbsp;

The Dragon By Louis B Dragon, Dragon What A Sight, In The Shadows Of The Light,&nbsp; What The Outcome Of The Task To Make The Deadly Creatures Mask How The Scales And How The Claws&nbsp; Were Made For Killing With No Flaws How The Sharp Serrated Teeth Are Kept Like Daggers In Their Sheath And Where Was The Skill Used To Make A Creature Power, Give Or Take With Methods Of Killing Unknown And Just How Big It Has Grown And When One Has Prepared A Meal, It Starts To Become The Real Deal As The Start To Crowd They Show Their Might For One By One They Start To Fight Dragon, Dragon What A Sight, In The Shadows Of The Light,&nbsp; What The Outcome Of The Task To Make The Deadly Creatures Mask.

The Peregrine Falcon By Bertie C Two wings, One heart, A spirit full of wisdom, Soaring at dawn’s glory. A vision from space, The eye of the skies A celestial view, God’s hand of beauty. A blink of the eye, You miss it, As it darts faster than an arrow, A gust of celestial glory awaits. Wet from the sea foam, Like shards of dirty quartz, Softer than a pillow, Like silk from the skies. To the point, Its deadly terrors clasp, From the clouds to an ant, None escape its aim. The king of the skies dives, But for the unsuspecting prey, Who stands no chance, Awaits the end.

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