[DraconisSumeris]

Cookie Raptors were once thought to be extinct
until a magician found a few perfectly preserved in amber.
While trying to revive the creatures in his boiling pot of
primordial soup, he accidentally dropped a piece of cookie
into the batt, causing the creatures to become dependent
on cookies - for many reasons - from that day forth.
Over time, he set the creatures free on his travels around
the world, causing regional variations and some even began
taking a liking to humans so much that they became pets
and companions.

Tell, what is this smol peeps favorite thing to do?
Answer in a mysterious poem! Go!

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Username:
Name:
Gender:
Poem:

[Nerdygamer]

Username: Nerdygamer
Name: Ninya
Gender: Female
Poem: (Haiku)
Feet scraping on wood
She chases the bouncing ball
She jumps, dips, and dives.

(I tried)

[kirbby]

Username: holly™
Name: granite
Gender: female
Poem:
it's in the stitch
the sewing skill
to pull off a glitch
it makes me ill.
it's time to try
to make a sweater
but to mess up i sigh
to make something in this weather

granite's favorite thing to do is sew <3

[avaloafe]

username; ajohanna
name; saroo - rolling "r" sound
gender; male
poem;

energy flows through his feet,
his body is overwhelmed with heat;
eyes are adjusting to the dark,
as he goes around the world leaving his mark;
the moonlight shines on his pelt,
a feeling that's never been felt;
body is covered in paint and grime,
and everything he has done is thought as a crime;
in the allies is where he works,
and to him it holds a lot of perks.

saroo is a graffiti artist in big cities. wherever he travels,
he leaves his mark - a print of his bird hand.

[dragonstars]

Username:DragonStars
Name:Oreo Cookie
Gender:Female
Poem:
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'm strongly pushed to do my best
By a voice that says, "There is still hope you dare not rest."

[Desmond]

Due to inactivity from the contest holder, we have gone ahead and judged this one.

username; ajohanna
name; saroo - rolling "r" sound
gender; male
poem;

energy flows through his feet,
his body is overwhelmed with heat;
eyes are adjusting to the dark,
as he goes around the world leaving his mark;
the moonlight shines on his pelt,
a feeling that's never been felt;
body is covered in paint and grime,
and everything he has done is thought as a crime;
in the allies is where he works,
and to him it holds a lot of perks.

saroo is a graffiti artist in big cities. wherever he travels,
he leaves his mark - a print of his bird hand.

Congrats!