Monday, 20 January 2014

#31PoeticFormsIn31Days #20Riddle

Four legs
Stout tail
Brown fur
No trail
Stands still
Runs fast
Quick fights
Family lasts
On guard
No fear
Look around
Relax dear
Hot sand
Cool home
Food stored
Ancient dome
Who am I?
Shout and yell
Look below
It will tell

A riddle poem is exactly what it sounds; it teases the reader to guess the subject of the poem.  It may rhyme, or not; with a set rhythm, or not.

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