Kicking my hooves out swiftly I rise, leaping up forwards steady and wise. Nimble and speedy a running machine, sturdy, majestic, strong and so lean. Men over ages have used me for flight, to attain any distance within their sight. I was their legs, like a car I could drive, allowing mankind to travel and thrive. Racing, the cavalry, jaunts through the woods, tamed, sometimes wild and carrying goods.

I’m loved and I’m needed through peace and for force, I’m graceful and nimble - I am a HORSE

I’m the wide eyed watcher of the woods through the night, see through the darkness where there is no light. Perched on a branch, in the trees high above, I’m searching below me for what I dream of. Rabbits and rodents that scurry about, over grounds of the forest I look on and scout. Thinking, pondering, planning away, I’m the wisest of birds known in this way.

Who, who, who’s this bird on the prowl? I’m quick and so smart – For I am an OWL

Spotted, coated, in patches of black, orange flows round them, between every crack. I’m the brightest in jungles, deep dark and green, prowling around neither heard or not seen. Eyes teeth claws, all sharp as a blade, devises I hunt with, tools of my trade. I lurk in the bushes ready to lunge, whatever walks by me becomes my lunch.

Like a shark of the jungles, I search for my dinner – A giant cat hunter, I am a TIGER.

I’m the greatest of hunters, I circle the sky, with the keenest of eyes on which I rely. My wings when open, reach the horizon. My beaks like a dagger, an orange mouse snagger. The feathers on my head are white so I’m called, a bird of such greatness who is yet bald. My eye’s are fierce, piercing and grumpy, talens are sharp, knuckles are lumpy. My squacks and my squeals, symbols I’m free, echo through mountains and valleys below me.

I’m glorious, majestc, own the sky like I’m regal, I’m a parent and hunter – I am the EAGLE

Bang, slam, horn against horn, forewards we butt with our heads thick and worn. On mountains, cliffsides and fields we’re about, charging each other in a headlong bout. Stuborm, unbudgable, pushy and gruff, most headstrong of grazers, relentlessly tough. Each of us stubborn and strong as the other, neither victorious over his brother.

Such is the case when we get in our jams, with horns locked together – We are the RAMS.

Massive, lumbering, grand and so peaceful, strength of a hundred men, in my mighty pull. Two tusks of ivory, a trunk long and lean, spray water on my back to help keep me clean. Roaming the jungles with my family and friends, searching for water in which we can cleanse. I’m known for my memory, I never forget, where I have been and what is a threat. Big floppy ears, with eyes like a man, over the landscape, with them I scan.

In heards we all travel, to each other we chant, a friendly grey giant – I am ELEPHANT

Gigantic, gentle mammal of the sea, swimming free so gracefully. I dive to depths so far below, where it’s dark and there’s no glow. In search of food, I must eat plenty, crill and scallops so, so many. To nurish this great mass of mine, my body grand built like a shrine. I blow from a hole on top my head, when I come up after I’ve fed. I sing a song to all my peers, heard by all the ocean’s ears.

I’m massive, built to the grandest of scale, friendly and peacefull – I am a WHALE

On the front of my head, a big boned nose horn, I use it to ram things wherever I roam. It’s dusty, heavy, pointy and rough, as I age it gets longer, bigger and tough. My grey body, burley, built like a tank, moving on forward my feet stomp, clomp and clank. I graze where it’s hot, dusty and vast, over this landscape of which I’ve been cast.

I look not like a mammal but more like a dino – I stand like a bolder, for I am a RHINO.

Winding, spinding, windly, spindly, curling, furling, reaching and grasping… My tentacles many, do you know I have 8, all around me they reach out, curly not straight. I live under water in a coral landscape, an aquatic jungle that I navigate. Searching for food on the seabed I’m roaming, 8 ways to feel round me, the landscape I’m probing. I mimic the shapes and colors around me, blend into the background of what surrounds me.

I see and remember, I’m smart I don’t fuss – I’m the 8 legged wonder, I’m OCTOPUS.

I’m stealthy yet large a big orange cat, have a snooze in a shadow wherever it’s at. My growl it grumbles, it’s deep and it quakes, everything within earshot rumbles and shakes. I wake, I rise, let out a deep yawn, then join my whole family ‘til the sun’s gone. Like a golden crown ‘round my head is my main, a glorious symbol of my princely reign.

I’m considered the king of the lands I roam on – I’m majestic and regal, I

am LION

I march, march, march ‘cross lands cold and distant. Hooves stomp, clomp, clomp on the tundra, hard as pavement. Fur as my shield and my antlers like trees protect me and guide me against harsh arctic breeze. I’m running in packs, of hundreds and thousands, flowing over the landscape and past the horizon.

I’m searching for lands which are fertile and new, I’m the rugged northern traveler - I am CARIBOU.