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A Minor Bird by Robert Frost

by Admin | Nov 11, 2025 | Animal Poems, Animals, Poems, Poetry, Robert Frost

A Minor Bird Poem by Robert Frost

I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.

Robert Frost. "A Minor Bird." 

The Tyger by William Blake

The Tyger by William Blake

by Admin | Nov 11, 2025 | Animal Poems, Animals, Male Poets, Poems, Poetry, Poets

The Tyger By William Blake

Tyger Tyger, burning bright, 
In the forests of the night; 
What immortal hand or eye, 
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies. 
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears 
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Autumn Crows by Kimiko Hahn

Autumn Crows by Kimiko Hahn

by Admin | Nov 11, 2025 | Animal Poems, Animals, Poems, Poetry

Autumn Crows by Kimiko Hahn

My favorite months reside in autumn
when the sunset is riddled with crows—
and my wishes swerve to fly
into the purples and pinks to
spot then devour
the heart of that ex-lover, hardly human.
The Eagle by Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Eagle by Alfred Lord Tennyson

by Admin | Nov 11, 2025 | Animal Poems, Animals, Male Poets, Poems, Poetry, Poets

The Eagle By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

A Cat Named Sloopy

by Admin | Nov 11, 2025 | Emerald Book Club

A Cat Named Sloopy Song by Rod McKuen ‧ 1972

Lyrics
For a while the only earth that Sloopy knew was her sandbox
Two rooms on 55th Street was her domain
Every night she'd sit in the window among the avocado plants
Waiting for me to come home
My arms filled with canned liver and love
We'd talk into the night then contented but missing something
She, the earth she never knew, me, the hills I ran while growing bent
Sloopy should have been a cowboy's cat
With prairies to run, not linoleum
And real live catnip mice
No one to depend on but herself
I never told her but in my mind I was a midnight cowboy even then
Riding my imaginary horse down 42nd street
Going off with strangers to live an hour long cowboy's life
But always coming home to Sloopy who loved me best
For a dozen summers we lived against the world an island on an island
She'd comfort me with purring
I'd fatten her with smiles
We grew rich on trust needing not the beach or butterflies
I had a friend named Ben who painted buildings like Rouault men
He went away
My laughter tired Lillian after a time
She found a man who only smiled
But Sloopy stayed and stayed
Winter 1959 old men walk their dogs
Some are walked so often that their feet
Leave little pink tracks in the soft gray snow
Woman fur on fur
Elegant and easy only slightly pure
Hailing cabs to take them round the block and back
Who is not a love seeker when December comes?
Even children pray to Santa Claus
I had my own love safe at home
And yet I stayed out all one night and the next day too
They must of thought me crazy screaming Sloopy Sloopy
As the snow came falling down around me
I was a madman to have stayed away
One minute more than the appointed hour
I'd like to think a golden cowboy snatched her from the window sill
And safely saddle bagged she rode to Arizona
She's stalking lizards in the cactus now perhaps, bitter, but free
I'm bitter too
And not a free man anymore
But once was a time in New York's jungle in a tree
Before I went into the world in search of other kinds of love
Nobody owned me, but a can named Sloopy
Looking back perhaps she's been the only human thing
That ever gave love back to me
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