Ode For Manul
Deep in the frozen heart of Siberia
Live a group of fluffy balls, like little cats
Who are they?
They are the Manul.
They wear thick and heavy coats
Their fur is a deep, smoky grey.
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High on the thin air of the Tibetan Plateau
Live a group of fluffy balls,like little cats
Who are they?
They are the Manul
They are masters of the perfect hunt
Their fur is a silvery grey
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On the emerald grasslands of Central Asia
Live a group of fluffy balls, like little cats
Who are they?
They are the Manul
They glide between rocks and through the grass
Their fur is a golden, dusty yellow
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Across the vast and endless Asian plains
Live a group of fluffy balls, like little cats
Who are they?
They are the Manul
They are small fierce hunters
They rest their paws upon their tails
They are masters of camouflage and ambush
They have round pupils and low-set ears, unlike any other cat
They are the Manul
Comments 3
All my own work. I'm something of a poet, aren't I? 😎
Manuls are the perfect poetic inspiration!!
You are a true poet! It turned out beautifully; while I was reading, I was smiling, because it’s so little!