My fish is as
golden as
a crown.
He hides
behind
the rocks
and
jumps out
at me
as if
he’s saying boo!
He eats
fish food.
He is
like a gymnast.
He smells
like
seaweed.
He looks like a dollar.
He looks like a dollar.
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Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts
Wednesday, 2 October 2013
My Cat | Lola Beck
My cat
has a red silky nose.
Her
whiskers are as sharp as a needle.
She eats
cat food and chicken.
She has
silky fur.
She
sleeps in my wardrobe.
She touches noses with the next door neighbour’s cat.
She touches noses with the next door neighbour’s cat.
My Dog | Henry McKenzie Harper
He is as
black as
the night
sky.
He smells
like perfume.
He is as
fast as a cheetah
and every
time I eat meat
he eats
it, not me.
He feels
like
a kitten.
He runs
most of the time.
He sounds like a horse.
He sounds like a horse.
My chick | Kaelin Spence
My chick
is as crazy as a clown.
He jumps
on the fence.
He jumps
on King Tui
that’s what
I like about that chick.
He pecks
at grass and grain
and he is
as soft as my silk pillow.
He sounds
like a baby bird.
He is
very black
and his
feet are yellow.
He smells like branches
He smells like branches
because
he climbs on trees.
My cats | Joe Bryant
I have
five cats that feel like rugs and
they are
as white as a big fat white light.
They are
as frisky as a bat
and as
fast as a racing rat.
My cats
smell like
old
rotten pineapple pizza.
My cats
eat birds.
My cats
scratch a lot.
They
chase rats
and act like they’re crazy
acrobats.
and act like they’re crazy
acrobats.
My Dog | Francesca Lyons
My dog is
as soft
as a
furry jacket.
He is as crazy
as a
clown.
He runs
around
the house
all day
I would
say.
He chases
cats
up and
down trees.
He
petrifies
birds
sometimes.
My dog
gobbles
up his food
like a
greedy pig.
He tries
to climb up trees.
We lost
him once
or maybe
twice.
He snorts
like
a pig.
My dog
smells
like
shampoo
and
sometimes
he smells
like
rotten fish.
rotten fish.
My Cat | Roan Dooley
My cat is
as grey as a cloud.
He can’t
wait to go outside
and
sometimes
he
doesn’t know where his food is
and he has one little ear.
and he has one little ear.
My chickens | Rory Maher
My
chickens are as fit as a marathon runner.
They are
as noisy as a motor-cross car.
They are
as strong as a dagger.
Their
beaks are as sharp as a knife.
They will eat anything.
They will eat anything.
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