Snake Bird

When I was in Florida, there was a bird by the pond at my boyfriend's house.  It was apparently called the snake bird.  At least, that is a nickname that this species is given.  Here's the link to Wikipedia about it - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anhinga.  The bird gets its nickname because of the way it swims in the water.  It swims with only it's neck showing which makes it appear as though it is a snake ready to strike.  While we were on Spring Break though, the bird had a strange habit of swimming and then simply drying itself off in the sun.  It would do this over and over and over.  It was definitely a strange looking animal when it would dry itself.  He sat with an awkward posture and of course, when he was swimming he looked just as odd.  It was very true to the "snakelike" appearance he was said to have.  Anyway, all day, for some reason, I've been thinking about this odd bird and I made up a poem about him while sitting at my desk at work.  Fortunately, I wrote it down once work was done so that I wouldn't forget it and I would be able to share it here with all of you.  

Snake Bird

I think that it's a tad absurd
That there's a creature called the snake bird.
He acts like a snake, yet he's really not.
Why, it's a strange thing to think.  Is it not?
He swims and swims and then dries his feathers
In any and every type of weathers.
In rain, sunshine, or in both togethers.
It doesn't matter if it's wet or dry
He'll keep standing there.  Do not ask him why.
As long as he can spread his wings' feathers
And once again dive to the pond's nethers.
But here is one thing of which I'm assured
I'll for sure steer clear of the weird snake bird.

 

I do think that this could use some work, but it was just something random that I had in my head.  I didn't have much time to fiddle with meter and what not, but I was more concerned with making sure that I didn't forget to share it.  I hope you enjoyed the poem!  Hooray for new poetry!

It's not easy being green...

I like frogs.  I don't know why, but they've become one of my favorite animals.  They're just funny looking and cute at the same time.  I also like science.  Biology in particular.  I always enjoyed learning about plants, animals, the human body.  It fascinated me to see how living things function and work.  When I wrote this poem I was in an Anatomy class and we were dissecting fetal pigs.  Yucky stuff that, and definitely not for everyone, but for me, I enjoyed it.  Anyway, here's my poem.

It's not easy being green...

A sad life it is to be

A frog upon a water lily.

With nothing to do and nothing to see. 

The frog just sits in misery. 

But then one day the frog gets grabbed, and

Brought to the local science lab. 

He's amazed at all he sees.

Until this gas makes him wheeze.

He gets dizzy as things become dark.

And then at last he's lost life's spark.

Students begin to gather around,

And gaze upon the dead, green mound

Of what was once a bored pollywog

That no longer enjoyed his home or bog.

He was bored by all he saw

It didn't excite or fill him with awe.

So instead he's on a slab

And with a scalpel, he gets stabbed.