Under the Velvet Stage

James Whitmer

Description

Contained herein are poems (stories) that are geared toward young children, who will visually learn from the descriptions and images depicted. The adult reader, parent, grandparent, teacher, can also relive cherished childhood memories from reading these poems (stories). This is not just a book for young readers. It is also a book for the Young at Heart.

Sujets

• birds
• Reptiles
• Poetry
• Music
• Reptile

Informations

• Publié par: iUniverse
• Date de parution: 28 septembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781663246011
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 10 Mo

Extrait

Under the Velvet Stage
POEMS FOR CHILDREN AND THE YOUNG AT HEART
 
Copyright © 2022 James Whitmer.
 
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ISBN: 978-1-6632-4600-4 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6632-4599-1 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-6632-4601-1 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022917839
 
iUniverse rev. date: 09/24/2022
 
 

Contents
The Snow Leopards and the Snowy Owl
The Llama Named Lorraine
The Big Game
The Panther with the Gold Slippers
The Lynx, the Ocelot, and the Sapphire Sail
The Red Panda and the Anteater
The Porcupine and the Red Squirrel
Two Thirsty Red Camels
The Nocturnal Ca fé
The Squid with the Golden Harp
The Parrot and the Toucan
Under the Velvet Stage
The Aardvark and the Meadowlark
The Caiman and the Alligator
Two Bobcats
Night on the Oasis
Sister Spiders
The Lemur and the Leprechaun
Nighttime Prayers
The Eagle’s Home
Walking
Night View of the Pond
The Fennec Fox and the Ringtailed Cat
Four Laughing Hyenas and a Calico Cat
The Wildcat Ball
Two Royal Garden Chairs
The Juggling Jaguars
Sunrise and Sunset
The Pie Eating Contest
The Spotted Leopards
The Red Baboon and the Silver Moon
The Golden Bog with the Yellow Fog
The Rodeo Cats
The Yellow Moon and the Golden Lagoon
A Schnauzer Named Cooper
Under the Velvet S tage
 
 
Poems for Children and the Young at H eart

The Snow Leopards and the Snowy Owl
Her eyes pristine are sparkling bright,
and gleam like shiny rivers flow,
in the forest deep at night,
in the velvet night they glow.
This snowy leopard, ladylike,
in careful, cautious steps she climbs,
through the pine trees and the brush,
slowly, neatly, but at times,
she waits and listens anxiously
for her cubs, their purring near,
along the rocky, snow-filled ledges,
under skies deep dark but clear.
Having wandered far away,
their voices mingle with the sounds
from forest deep and rivers wide,
from snowy owls, their calls profound.
But then among thick, lonesome pines,
she spots them huddled, just below,
a branch where sits a snowy owl,
her feathers white as new-born snow.
Her duty done, she takes to flight,
white wings with speckled gray-black tints,
she disappears into the night,
in the snow small leopard prints.

The Llama Named Lorraine
Her name was Lorraine
and she lived on a train
that travelled from town to town.
The caboose was her home
where she curtsied and roamed
dressed in her red evening gown.
On top of her head
was a feathered beret.
A rainbow of colors it was.
Her smile was meek.
Her boots were sleek,
and covered with reddish-brown fuzz.
The train headed west,
the sun almost set,
the day now turning to night.
She stamped her hoofs loudly,
and smiled rather proudly,
the trees disappearing from sight.
Into the tunnel the train slowly chugged,
black smoke disappearing from view.
It wasn’t too long
that she broke out in song,
as the train rolled back into view.
Her gown was now green, instead of deep red,
with a long emerald feather on top of her head.
She whistled and sang at the top of her voice.
A thick emerald belt completed her choice,
along with bright lipstick, a deep forest green,
her smile glowing brightly, a deep emerald sheen.