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Poetry, Writing

Creatures in Space

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(Poem 103 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/1pvvI2

There are creatures in space
who have infested a planet,
burrowing into the layers of soil,
creating habitats of wonder.
They are labeled indigenous
because no one is sure how
they were originally seeded.
Tales abound of spontaneous
generation or magical intervention,
but more than likely, they
are an invasive species who
hitched a ride uninvited and
were accidentally released.
Their unwelcome presence
has altered the ecosystem
such that millions of other
species are now extinct,
choked out of existence by
their insatiable hunger and
destructive tendencies, including
but not limited to the following:
“preying on native species
carrying or causing disease
introducing new pathogens
displacing current populations
by living in the same niche
outcompeting native species
for food and other resources
preventing native species from reproducing
and killing native species’ young.”
It is believed that they are the
“leading cause of global biodiversity loss”
and are irreparably and permanently
altering the well-being of the planet.

@Home Studio – 103rd poem of the year


“Invasive Species” prompt. Beta, Google AI, 14 Apr. 2024, http://www.google.com/search



Poetry, Writing

Floofy Jack

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(Poem 102 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/d1AA4q

Floofy Jack is a big teddy bear
who happens to have a lot of hair.
He’s huge and fluffy and stinky, too;
thanks to his height, he has the best view.

Once in a while he’ll come to town
and walk down the street, each step on the ground
shaking the buildings, one mighty paw
is sure to make onlookers stare in awe.

They know the gentle giant will leave
after taking a stroll and a moment to grieve
at the place where the little girl rescued him
and gave his claws their very first trim.

The story is legend across the land—
how the girl saved the giant with her tiny hand.
With pets and treats and laughter and love,
she helped him become as gentle as a dove.

She proved to everyone near and far
that size doesn’t matter; it’s how kind you are.
She named Floofy Jack and called him her friend
and was his companion until the end.

When she passed away, he cried for a week;
his tears created a new fishing creek.
And that’s how the town was finally named
Bear Creek, thanks to the girl and the giant she tamed.

@Home Studio – 102nd poem of the year