The Playground (Anna’s chat thread v2)

[Amer]

Mottled d’Uccles are the cutest! I have a mottled Cochin and she’s precious....
Here’s summer. It was hard to get a good pic because she was eating
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here’s her pattern. She’s very pretty
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My mums Anconas are popular. She’s gorgeous! She looks like an Ameraucana trying to disguise herself as a Faverolles. I’ve never seen an EE that was salmon before.

 

[lilmillefleur]

My mums Anconas are popular. She’s gorgeous! She looks like an Ameraucana trying to disguise herself as a Faverolles. I’ve never seen an EE that was salmon before.

I always thought of her as just wheaten, but now that I think of it she does look reddish.

 

[lilmillefleur]

I took a walk in the woods around my house and found some cool mushrooms! Now all I need is a blue one. Those are harder to find.

 

[Amer]

I took a walk in the woods around my house and found some cool mushrooms! Now all I need is a blue one. Those are harder to find.
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Wow! That kind of variety isn’t seen everyday. I’ve never seen green before. It is really cool.

 

[lilmillefleur]

Wow! That kind of variety isn’t seen everyday. I’ve never seen green before. It is really cool.

Yeah! It’s really neat! Surprisingly the yellow was hardest to find and not the green.
I think I have a mushroom picture from a few years ago that I will try to find

 

[lilmillefleur]

From a few years ago (not all of these are mushrooms though)

 

[Sapphire Sebright]

You like d’Uccles? I saw the cutest mottled ones.View attachment 2768705View attachment 2768706View attachment 2768707

Ohmigoodnesstheyaresoprecious! *Squeal.*

 

[Amer]

From a few years ago (not all of these are mushrooms though)
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Wow! Your woods are like a magical fairy land!
I love the violet colored ones. Purple is my favorite color.

 

[Amer]

I wrote a poem when I was 13 that is surprisingly good, I was digging back through my sketchbooks.

She whispers gently to the wind:
“Please take care of my kin.”
And though she’s fading by the hour, she assembles her last masterpiece on poppy flower.
The dripping dew will mourn her, showering her body with tears.
Then the sun will gently kiss her face as she falls upon her resting place.
Though in her lifetime this artist was appreciated by none, her life was celebrated by wind, water, sun...
So look into the grass
And appreciate the artists of the present, future, and past

The following are two riddle poems where you guess what it is by the end.
Surprisingly haunting

Spoiler: More

I am collector of the light
I am the stalker of the night
I flee at every shuddering bark
And hide within the secret dark
Exploring heights not quite so high
And darkest cave where echoes sigh
I send birds fluttering into air
And furry creatures must beware
My midnight whereabouts are unknown
Though I announce myself in howling tone
I am all that

Spoiler: I am

cat

I am the garbage collector
But I still steal to live
I have quiet feet
But she who stalks me is quieter still
I keep a tidy home
In one which isn’t
I am ruled by hunger
But greater, fear
Detested and hunted
But idolized in television
My worst enemy is scorned publicly
But worshipped in private

Spoiler: I am

mouse

i guess it’s true you get less creative as you get older

 

[lilmillefleur]

I wrote a poem when I was 13 that is surprisingly good, I was digging back through my sketchbooks.

She whispers gently to the wind:
“Please take care of my kin.”
And though she’s fading by the hour, she assembles her last masterpiece on poppy flower.
The dripping dew will mourn her, showering her body with tears.
Then the sun will gently kiss her face as she falls upon her resting place.
Though in her lifetime this artist was appreciated by none, her life was celebrated by wind, water, sun...
So look into the grass
And appreciate the artists of the present, future, and past

The following are two riddle poems where you guess what it is by the end.
Surprisingly haunting

Spoiler: More

I am collector of the light
I am the stalker of the night
I flee at every shuddering bark
And hide within the secret dark
Exploring heights not quite so high
And darkest cave where echoes sigh
I send birds fluttering into air
And furry creatures must beware
My midnight whereabouts are unknown
Though I announce myself in howling tone
I am all that

Spoiler: I am

cat

I am the garbage collector
But I still steal to live
I have quiet feet
But she who stalks me is quieter still
I keep a tidy home
In one which isn’t
I am ruled by hunger
But greater, fear
Detested and hunted
But idolized in television
My worst enemy is scorned publicly
But worshipped in private

Spoiler: I am

mouse

i guess it’s true you get less creative as you get older

I love these! You have great word choice and I love the imagery your poems create too.
I write poems too sometimes, though most of them are either for English projects or they’re vent poems. And I’ve only written two of those, so I guess I don’t write as many as I want to. It’s really quite fun.