Haiku by Baby Foal

At the arena
The dogs begin to perform
They walk the tightrope

This is White Ears in particular, walking the tightrope.

In My Garden by Franken

A brook is gurgling in a nearby wood
As the elm tree sways above my head.
The whistle of nature is all around me
In the trees,
In the rock beside me,
As I walk through my garden
In the summer days.
While I dance around ponds
I see nature in many ways.

A Greedy Dragon by Toothy

Dragon,
A bush swaying,
Many leaves reaching out
With thorny claws
To a spotted rock,
Mouse who yells,
"My lair is a palace cloud."

Dragon growls, "How?"

"Thousand years old,
Spider webbed,
Inside furnishings
And treasure trunks
Hold memories
About the King Of The Ghosts' son."

Dragon, a greedy fox listening
To praise for a badger, plots.

A silent robber, Dragon opens
A creaking closet,
Steps through the back wall
Finds a key sized box-
Shiny dew glistening softly.

Releasing a rooster's crow
From the trunk lock,
The key turns.

Opaque ghost with a crown,
A long blob , a peanut butter
Splotch on the kitchen floor,

"Draw up the Bridge! Out with the mouse!
You will be victor over his house!"

What I Love by Baby Foal

The big mountains are high,
but the green grass is low.
And in between are little valleys,
trees, and stones.
I walk among the grass,
and stones and hills and trees.
But what I enjoy most
are the little busy bees.