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Showname Info wrote:A showname is a longer name that is used for showing purposes, and it sometimes can 'match' the call name. For example, my dog's name is Cricket and her showname is Cricket's Song. Later, if you decide to start a kennel for your nannucks, you can put a prefix on the showname (ex. Flight's Hatee-Hatee-Ho "Fox")
prefix showname call name
~Razzle~ wrote:Username;
~Razzle~
Call name;
Owl
Show name;
Flight of the silent Owl
Gender;
Female
Poem
I wrote 3. Two are just for fun. The other
one fills the winter theme requirement.
A Winter DanceThinkers think.
Dreamers dream.
Dancers dance.
When snow falls, it may seem
that you are taking quite a chance.
To step foot on the ice
With such controlled glee.
If you never fell, it would be nice.
Alas, many fall, and flee.
But Owl, in her soft winter coat,
Sets hoof on the ice to show you and me.
The little one skates with such passion
That most of us just sit and watch.
And when it seems she is done, our faces are ashen.
But Owl, it turns out, is just getting started.
Oh, she leaps and turns and slides all over,
And we watch, eyes reflecting the show.
She comes closer, and moves slightly slower,
And showers us all with a pile of snow!
Why, we laugh at her little winter trick,
And it seems a snowball fight is just what we need.
Our teams of red and blue we pick,
And play until mother's call we must heed.
But just as we turn to walk to the door,
A well placed snowball says later, we'll have more.
And Owl, with her snow covered fur,
Let's out a triumphant call.
And that is how we know it was her,
Who started our winter fun; snow and all.



Thinkers think.
Dreamers dream.
Dancers dance.
When snow falls, it may seem
that you are taking quite a chance.
To step foot on the ice
With such controlled glee.
If you never fell, it would be nice.
Alas, many fall, and flee.
But Owl, in her soft winter coat,
Sets hoof on the ice to show you and me.
The little one skates with such passion
That most of us just sit and watch.
And when it seems she is done, our faces are ashen.
But Owl, it turns out, is just getting started.
Oh, she leaps and turns and slides all over,
And we watch, eyes reflecting the show.
She comes closer, and moves slightly slower,
And showers us all with a pile of snow!
Why, we laugh at her little winter trick,
And it seems a snowball fight is just what we need.
Our teams of red and blue we pick,
And play until mother's call we must heed.
But just as we turn to walk to the door,
A well placed snowball says later, we'll have more.
And Owl, with her snow covered fur,
Let's out a triumphant call.
And that is how we know it was her,
Who started our winter fun; snow and all.
As she leaps and runs
Her fur shining in the sun
Owl feels free
If an owl is silent,
Why does she laugh in glee?
As she runs, she jumps with joy,
And she plays for all who see.
If an owl is a killer,
Why does this one care?
As she bounds from friend to friend
Her stories she will share.
If an owl is reserved,
Why does this one smile?
Grinning from ear to ear
So all can see for a mile.
But an owl this one is called,
Not for her claws, eyes, or beak
But for her beauty and passion
And love for those who are weak.
Yes, an owl, both bird and not,
This little one may be.
But this one has been taught
To love both you and me.
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