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rAveNswAn's stories for children

Yin's dark and scary story

Yin, a baby black bear, is afraid of the dark because he cannot see himself.

Hear how he is saved from his nightmare by a black maned knight mare as told by the black and white hare who witnessed it there.

(Dr. Seuss-ian in style, at its end, Rate Your Read!)

Yin’s story

A dark story

A dark and scary story

Of a grizzly situation

Some may say

But not quite

Not quite so black and white

But more the black of night

And but a bear

A black bear

For a black bear

In the black of night

Makes a black bear

Not see his hair

Makes a black bear

Feel barely there

And for Yin

A little black bear

Makes a little black bear

Black night

Nightmare

That is…

‘Til Yin’s hero became aware

'Til Bianca

A black knight mare

With her glowing black mare white mane hair

Saved the little black bear

The black night bear

With the black night scare

Of feeling barely there

As for how I became aware

Of the story I now share

Though the story

Not quite so black and white

Can't say that for the hare

Rufus Aexavius Sasparilla

Who claimed he too was there

Hopping in the black of night

With his black and white hare tail

And his black and white hare hair

Told the black and white hare tale

Where he, as I now share

Saw the black night bear

Saw the black knight mare

The black knight mare

With the white mane hair

Save the little black bear

From the little black bear's

Barely there

Black night

Nightmare

What can I say?...

I guess you had to be there!

Yang's not so dark but scary story

Sequel to Yin's Dark and Scary Story

Yang, a baby polar bear, is afraid of the light because she cannot see herself.

Hear how she too is saved from her daydream nightmare by a white maned knight mare as told by the now familiar black and white hare who also happened to witness it there.

Yang’s story

A scary story

A not so dark but scary story

Of a grizzly situation

Some may say

But not quite

Not quite so black and white

And not quite so dark

But more in the day of light

But more in the day of light

And but a bear

A polar bear

For a polar bear

With translucent hair

In a solar flare

In the day of light

On the snow so white

Daydreams the polar bear

Can’t see her hair

Makes the polar bear

Feel barely there

And for Yang

A little polar bear…

Makes a little polar bear

Daylight

Daydream

Nightmare

That is…

‘Til Yang’s hero became aware

'Til Ebony

A white knight mare

With her shining white mare black mane hair

Saved the little polar bear

The white polar bear

With the white light scare

Of feeling barely there

As for how I became aware

Of the story I now share

Though the story

Not quite so black and white

Can't say that for the hare

Rufus Aexavius Sasparilla

Who claimed he too was there

Hopping in the daylight

With his black and white hare tail

And his black and white hare hair

Told the black and white hare tale

Where he, as I now share

Saw the white polar bear

Saw the white knight mare

With the black mane hair

Save the little polar bear

From the little polar bear's

Barely there

Daylight

Daydream

Nightmare

Then the hare…

Rufus Aexavius Sasparilla

The hare who claimed he too was there…

Recalled an older darker story

About a little black bear

Yin

“Not quite so black and white,

If these stories, I dare to compare.

Not quite so black and white.

I think…

There’s something more there.”

Claimed Rufus Aexavius Sasparilla

The black and white hare

As I pondered the two stories

For which to compare

One could argue

One could dare

Any similarity

Neither here nor there

When you otherwise compare

Polar opposites

Bookends

The little black bear

And the little polar bear

But, reminds the hare

But for the color of their hair

Two young bears

Two nightmares

And both were saved

By two knight mares

And Rufus Aexavius Sasparilla

One black and white hare

To recount their stories

To recount and share

The similar stories they all share

I guess it’s fair

That in life’s game

I guess it’s fair

It’s fair to claim

Like a bear by nature

A bear by name

We’re all different

We’re all the same

birden the albatross

Birden the albatross carries peoples' problems in a sack on his back. The load is heavy and he needs some help.

He tries to enlist help from many other birds he encounters, including a carrier pigeon and a carrion crow, but none will help him carry.

Finally, he receives a message from a man who wants his problem back. The man realized he needs to take responsibility for it, consequently lightening Birden's load.

(Akin to an Aesop's Fable)

Birden the albatross

Carries the weight of the downtroddens’ woes

But still on his heavily laden wings we toss

What weighs in the conscience of friends and foes

Who gave him this task?

Was it me, was it you?

It’s really too much to ask

And yet ask, we still do

And like Santa’s sack

But not in a sleigh

And not one single toy

But on Birden’s back

Filled with the antonym of joy

He lumbers on with tired wings

Across the sea of despair

In search of a place to place these things

A place to unload these cares

One morning, he met a dove

And asked if it’d help carry

Some of this weight … help him rise above

But though it cooed, its plans it would not vary

And it flew off, thus did the hope its wings did carry

That afternoon, upon inquiring for assistance from a swallow

Not the everyday sort

But a slightly larger non-migratory fellow

A coconut-bearing African swallow of course

“You’re cryin’ over spilled coconut milk, you know!”

He replied and did so with absolutely no remorse

Near dark, he solicited aid from a bird

Carrying a small package as it happened by

Still over the sea of despair flew this third

With its infant package in mouth, it replied

“I unly curry bibbies … ‘em a schtork!”

The next day, at morning’s early glow

When he had thought all hope for help was gone

Birden came across a carrion crow

Who, when asked, retorted

“Son, I can’t manage more than a carry-on

And speaking of carry on, that is also what I must do!”

So, without further adieu, he did and was gone

Then, all of a sudden, like music to his ears

A bird approached, singing a welcome greeting

But, as if it knew Birden’s worst fears

When asked if it had room

It whistled in response, “Not in a million years!

“A songbird can only carry a tune!”

Birden survived the sea; he’d finally reached land

He spied a donkey in a field just off a mountain pass

He asked the fellow beast of burden if he’d give a hand

But, living up to its name, it responded like an ass

“Would if I could, but I’ve only hoof, not hand!”

In a similar encounter with a mockingbird

He got nowhere, because no matter what he would say

The bird mirrored Birden’s sentiments word for word

That is, till Birden said, “Yes, I will help.” He simply replied, “No way!”

Then flipped him the bird

But before he flew away

In a gesture both bizarre and absurd

He turned and offered, “Have a nice day!”

At last … at last, a carrier pigeon, 

Surely it’d help carry, even if just a smidgeon

Help carry this burden too heavy for Birden to carry

The pigeon said nothing in response, but passed what he had to deliver

It was a message from a man that had a monkey on his back

And like how forgotten toys end up back in Santa’s sack

Thus this man’s problem had landed on Birden’s back

But, responsibility accepted, the man wanted them back

The man had finally realized a problem is something to face

Not to ignore, unload, or turn about face

If others followed suit, others in the human race

Then burdens’ weight would be a lot easier to carry

Spread out over a much wider space

And Birden’s wait would be only temporary

Before he could freely move on at his own Birden pace

But for now, and for the first time in a very long time,

Birden carries a smile on his face

By the Eyes of Hamish and Hanley

1.15.2023

The world

As such

Had never been seen

By the eyes of Hamish and Hanley

Such beauty

So much

There had never been

By the eyes of Hamish and Hanley

As their mom can attest

They’ve been put to the test

Their first aerial quest

Their first flight from the nest

“Flap your wings

Little things

Give it all of your best!”

Calls the mother

Of Hamish and Hanley

From canopy

To ground

Such a beautiful touch

In the eyes of Hamish and Hanley

More beauty

In their hearts

They had never seen such

In the minds of Hamish and Hanley

Until they turned

To see whom

Shared their rest

On the branch

Not a peep

Not a sound

Until beak jaws

Hit the ground

Set their eyes on Halo and Haley

Heart strings

Fluttered wings

Such is love at first flight

By the eyes of Hamish and Hanley