Little Fawn...
Little Fawn
A lone fawn surveys the medow Sniffing the warm morning air Noticing the birds starting to stir Tis such a young fawn It's mother long gone Alone now in this world It stands on the edge of the medow Hiden behind some brush Always watching Always waiting........ The bear walks noisely through the bush Munching on whatever catches its eye Bear enjoys the warm sun of the day Lazily he chases a butterfly Leading out into a medow......... The fawn sees the bear Instinct tells her to turn and run Yet curiousity keeps her feet still She watches him play Longing to join in his carefree ways She sees the sun make his black fur look shiny and silky soft An urge to touch this fur Makes her take one unconscious step closer and then another... The bear oblivious to his audience Continues bounding through the medow Now chasing the rabbit it scared from it's hiding spot The bear trots closer to the forest edge... The fawn watchs the bear play carelessly with the rabbit Not hurting it But playing roughly The bear just doesn't understand it's own strength Maybe I could teach him............. Still her feet move closer Until she is out of the hiden brush and past the forest edge Now the fawn stands in the medow So close to the bear......... Suprised at this intruder The bear stops playing with the limp rabbit He stares at this dumb fawn How dare she watch him This is the most feared animal in this forest And she caught him playing like a cub Out raged he roars And charges..... Seeing the sudden change in character The fawn looks at the now dead rabbit And at the charging bear Fear leeps into her eyes Instinct wins out over curiousity Turning she runs But not before she feels his claws scrap across her back Still she runs Fear giving her added speed and strength Bounding through narrow trees and brush The bears size and speed is unable to keep up in the forest Still she runs....... Even after the bear gives up She runs Forever scarred from her stupid curiousity Never again will she distrust her instinct At a hint of interest she runs........ Until she dies one day Alone............. |
mooi!!! :) :)
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bagger!!! waar koop jij je inspiratie?
sowwy, ik ben ff bezig jeloers aan t zijn... tis (alweer) een très mooiig gediggie. K ga helemaal op in de sfeer, maar daar ben ik ook wel weer gevoelig voor... Wederom goeie nieuwe originele woordjes en ik mag die verhaal-stijl wel want t is toch meer een verhaal dan een gediggie... maar dansen op papier is ook mooiige verhaaltjes schrijven... zo greeties, Kaps |
heeey laartjuhh...
ik wil ook zoown lieve schirijven!! kusss stonede mandy? |
Laartjuh!
Dit is een verhaal en geen gedicht. Ben het niet mee eens dat hier verhalen horen, daar zijn andere fora voor. Niet dat ik het heel erg vind om een leuk verhaaltje op zijn tijd te lezen. Wel aardig, helaas vol met fouten. Sommigen daarvan zoals: medow=>meadow curiousity => curosity brush = een kwast, bush = bosje Zijn nogal storend omdat ze zo vaak terug komen. Omdat er zoveel spelfouten en gramaticale fouten inzaten, heb ik het even snel herschreven. Je moet zelf maar beide versies met elkaar vergelijken. Als je iets niet snapt of hulp nodig hebt email me. x-je SounD nieuwe versie: A lone fawn surveys the meadow Sniffing the warm morning air Noticing the birds starting to stir It is such a young fawn Its mother long gone Alone now in this world It stands on the edge of the meadow Hidden behind some bushes Always watching Always waiting........ The bear walks noisily through the bush(es?) Munching on whatever catches its eye Bear enjoys the warm sun of the day Lazily he chases a butterfly Leading (him) out into a meadow......... The fawn sees the bear Instinct tells her to turn and run Yet curiosity keeps her feet still She watches him play Longing to join in his carefree ways She sees the sun make his black fur look shiny and silky soft An urge to touch this fur Makes her take one unconscious step closer and then another... The bear oblivious of his audience Continues bounding (geen idee wat je hiermee bedoeld) through the meadow Now chasing the rabbit it scared from it's hiding spot The bear trots closer to the forest edge... The fawn watches the bear play carelessly with the rabbit Not hurting it But playing roughly The bear just doesn't understand it's own strength Maybe I could teach him............. Still her feet move closer Until she is out in the open/ out of hiding and past the forest edge Now the fawn stands in the meadow So close to the bear......... SuRprised at this intruder The bear stops playing with the limp rabbit He stares at this dumb fawn How dare she watch him (erg lelijke zin) This is the most feared animal of this forest And she caught him playing like a cub In outrage he roars And charges..... Seeing the sudden change of mood The fawn looks at the now dead rabbit And at the charging bear Fear leaps into her eyes Instinct wins from curiosity Turning she runs (beetje twijfelachtig of je omdraaiend kan rennen) But not before she feels his claws scrapE across her back Still she runs Fear giving her added speed and strength Crashing through young/thin trees and bushes The bear is unable to keep up with her in the forest, due to his size and lack of speed. Still she runs....... Even after the bear has given up She runs Forever scarred because of her stupid curiosity Never again will she distrust her instincts At a hint of interest she runs........ (ik snap het gebruik van interest hier niet) Until she dies one day Alone............. |
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