2019 April PAD Challenge: Day 3

Have you ever tried writing to poetic forms before? If not (or if you want to dive even deeper), check out my updated list of 100 poetic forms here. Now for Day 3’s prompt!

For today’s prompt, write an animal poem. The poem could be about an animal. Or it could just mention an animal in passing. Or include an animal in your title and fail to mention the animal once in your poem. Your poem, your rules.

Remember: These prompts are just springboards; you have the freedom to jump in any direction you want.

(Note: Hopefully, you’ve been having a very smooth start to the month, but if you happen to run into any issues posting poems, please just send me an e-mail at robert.brewer@fwmedia.com with the subject line: April PAD Posting Problems.)


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Here’s my attempt at an Animal Poem:

“about animals”

the thing about a turtle
is it can hide inside its shell
& the thing about a bat
is it can’t use its eyes so well

& the thing about people
is that they frequently devise
ways to overcome their ways
whether they be wise or unwise


Robert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community and author of Solving the World’s Problems (Press 53). He is only human. Follow him on Twitter @RobertLeeBrewer.

349 thoughts on “2019 April PAD Challenge: Day 3

  1. AvatarLCaramanna

    Tiger Roar

    The wind is an angry animal today,
    a tiger roar
    whipping trees into a frenzy,
    tossing waves against the rocky shore.
    Flexing its muscles, baring its teeth,
    the wind is an angry animal today,
    hurling storm clouds across the sky,
    slashing rain against window panes,
    spiraling leaves and dust with gusto.
    The wind is a ferocious feline,
    raging against a calm, sunny day.
    Embrace the wind,
    caress the tiger.
    A gentle breeze
    blows the anger away.

    Lorraine Caramanna

  2. AvatarNoreen Snyder

    Oink! Oink!

    I remember him playing the guitar
    and singing ‘Pig in a Pen’.
    No one could do it as good as he did.
    He would say, “Oink! Oink!” and
    I would say, “Yahoo”
    at the end of the refrain.
    Oh, yes, I miss those good old days!
    Oh, I could sit there and listen
    to my man for hours on end
    and never get bored.
    He’s that good!
    Now I only have memories of him.
    Oh, just to hear him once again
    puts a smile on my face.
    Oh, sure I got videos, photos, and recordings
    but it’s not the same as
    when he was alive.
    He called himself, “The Backyard
    Guitar Player and Singer”.
    That’s my man!… My Teddy Bear Darling.

    April 3, 2019
    Noreen Ann Snyder

    In memory of my loving husband, Garry, who passed away on January 18, 2019.

  3. AvatarBDP

    Imayo: “Hurt”

    The mallard’s wing hangs broken: one tree limb’s cracked back.
    The coyote claw-scrapes mange: leaves clicking scratchy.
    The dog hops with ghost front leg: lack of chlorophyll.
    A cat—whose?—yowls at the door: dead wood has a sound.

    * * * * *

    the mallard’s wing hangs broken
    one tree limb’s cracked back
    the coyote claw-scrapes mange
    leaves clicking scratchy
    the dog hops with ghost front leg
    lack of chlorophyll
    a cat—whose?—yowls at the door
    dead wood has a sound

    B Peters

  4. AvatarJRSimmang


    Iron-laden, rocking gait,
    she sits still, so patient. Wait!
    A rocking movement, a spate
    of hissing, grey bubbling steam,
    she moves so silent, a gleam
    of silver, a nightmare- dream.
    Forward she prowls, on she slinks,
    toward her prey, forty winks.
    For her, no childish hi-jinx.
    It’s blood she is pursuing,
    destruction is her doing,
    revolution is brewing,
    and her head is set to blow.
    Her vision is knife narrow.
    Her trail is a death harrow.
    Once more, a trumpeting blare.
    Once more, a sickening flare.
    Once more, a glassy-eyed stare.
    In front a life e’er dreading,
    in back a needle threading
    and threads and treads still spreading.
    She is a beast, forsaker.
    No one shall overtake her,
    and only death remakes her.

    -JR Simmang


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