If you were a Giraffe
If you were a giraffe,
with a drain-long, crane-strong, swing-along neck,
would you just eat leaves?
I wouldn’t.
I’d be a spy.
to catch all the crooks and thieves.
Well, I’d do something anyway.
I wouldn’t just eat leaves.
Published in: Better Than Starbucks Magazine – print & online.
Fishes
Fishes
Tiny, shiny
Flashing, dashing, diving
Glimpses of ocean mystery
Teasers
Published in: An Animal Poem for Every Day of the Year, publisher: Nosy Crow
Butterfly
On wings flake-fragile,
petal-frail, you somehow sail,
mile after long mile.
Published in: An Animal Poem for Every Day of the Year, publisher: Nosy Crow
The Owl
As I freed a moth from my window,
I heard a screech owl below,
down in the dip where the furry things hide,
where hill meets hooded wood.
I heard its shriek rip the night,
tearing the air like a bite,
slicing the dark down its deadly glide,
splicing that hide-away hood.
My moth went riding the star-glow,
light as a leaf from the wood.
Featured @ The Wombell Rainbow (online), Garden Birds anthology
Busy Blackbird
Skids about the garden,
never stops to rest,
stuffing beak with shreds and bits –
never mind what’s best.
Flaps off over treetops,
dropping stalks and sticks…
back again – more hops, more bits:
blackbird building nest.
Featured @ The Wombell Rainbow (online), Garden Birds anthology
More in the pipeline.
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Kate Williams. If you wish to use any of these poems for commercial use of any kind, please contact me first. Thank you.


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