The Creatures of The Ranch, Track 3
July 13 – 2022
~ 500
Two-legged carnivores
A flock of mini-dinosaurs
Curious and unruly, you might think they’re cats
Except that their diet consists of grain and gnats
Try to organize them into a nice row
Try till your head hits the pillow
Don’t fall asleep with them looking at you
As if you’re potentially a tasty view
Running with two legs, their head doesn’t bounce
Like a velociraptor, they’re ready to pounce
Eyes locked on the prize
Those winged snacks called flies
A sprint, a run, a chase
Hurry hurry, it’s a race
Gotta be the first to the bread
Nothing being left is what they dread
Moonwalking all day
Moonwalking for their pay
Moonwalking to the equator
As taught by their Creator
All of them could be busy, focused on the ground
In an instance they all freeze without a sound
Look! A mile above, too far to even make a shadow
There’s a hawk, circling the meadow
A minute or two goes by, and the spell
Suddenly breaks, like someone rang a bell
A goose, or a duck flies overhead
They pay no attention; these birds cause no dread
A collection of individuals, all in sync
Without a sound they change in a blink
Something circles in the sky, they all pause
They know how to avoid the falcon’s claws
Moonwalking all day
Moonwalking for their pay
Moonwalking to the equator
As taught by their Creator
Moving the ground with their feet
Is an incredible feat
Their propensity is to mine
By small pieces of dirt at a time
A great spray of dust behind them
As they search for the ant den
Scratching through the surface
Strong talons help achieve their purpose
Bugs stand no chance, and grasshoppers hop away
With laser focus they stalk their prey
Earthworms are just as susceptible
All these things the Raptors find delectable
Moonwalking all day
Moonwalking for their pay
Moonwalking to the equator
As taught by their Creator
Kings and queens of the roost
Using their wings for a boost
They wake up in the morning wearing their crowns
Made of sapphire, while wearing a feathered gown
Red sapphire on their heads, with several peaks
A dust bath because they’re clean freaks
Some dress in red ochre plumage
Others wear jet black, and count it a privilege
The kings and queens of old
Expected gifts of silver and gold
The queens of the roost are no different
Use a gift to display your deference
Except that silver and gold
On them has no hold
A gift of cheese bread; the universal favourite
They’ll even take vegetables if you’re on a budget
Those are the gifts they desire
For those they become all hyper
Surrounded by multiple pairs of eyes
All looking at you to deliver the prize
Terrifying the Doggo; is that why he twitches in his dreams?
Either way, he keeps the corners of his eyes focused on their schemes
He doesn’t trust them, but is willing to play
A chase, a run; if out of the netting they stray
Moonwalking all day
Moonwalking for their pay
Moonwalking to the center
Of the earth, as taught by their Creator
– The Chameleon
