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Blue bat

This unusual creature is called the blue bat. And this bat can do a lot of things other animals can’t. It is usually found inside tropical forests and very hot and crowded places ( forests near the equator ). It preys on animals that are either dead or pretty weak as it has a small stomach and is not very strong itself. The blue bat is obviously in the name blue but has a peculiar fluffy tail that has stripes of colour which consists of green , blue, pink and orange. This is a very tropical creature. It’s arms look alot like twigs and are easily breakable. It also has fluffy wings that flutter 100 times in the space of a second similar to the hummingbird. Government is debating whether it should be allowed a pet or not. It is 50 50 right this moment. #

 

Fun Fact

 

This bat’s fastest recorded time is 567 mph while flying.

Exciting Unicorn Discovery!

Do you think unicorns are fake? Well think again. Early this morning, ( near 6.am) , recent reports state that a unicorn has been spotted in the local wood near wythenshawe. This unicorn has been named the Midnight unicorn and has been described to have: Obsidian- black skin, a luscious starry mane, sharp hooves, A horn, and huge wings. Recent studies claim that this innocent creature’s diet is made up of four main things: Plants, bugs, dead animals and leaves. They normally come scavenging in the night, mainly because their shy can easily camouflage, but additionally because that is when most vicious prey sleep.  It rarely hunts alive animals due to its shy personality and its lack of combat. It normally lives in dark, shadowy places ( like caves ) so it is not easily spotted and killed, and then comes out in the night for a late feast.

Additionally, this creature was also spotted at a farm in wythenshawe, feasting on the farmers wheat and crops. “ I was just about to go to bed when i suddenly i seen a shadow. I thought it was a farm animal but it turned out be a unicorn. “ – local farmer.

Furthermore, these scientists are hunting down these creatures a their very luxurious and rare; people have protested against this as this is animal cruelty.

The unicorn has been spotted in the local area in wythenshawe and unicornoligists want to capture these poor creatures. If these creatures continue to get hunted down, authorities might have to get involved whether this will be allowed or not. 

about the storm unicorn

 

The storm unicorn, which is a rare species of flying horse,is found near mountain and ocean to find out more about these magical creatures.During lockdown periods, these strong unicorns are rare to see and flyed ocean and seas. To the surprise of many people, the unicorn has been in the seas taking advantage of the ocean  and mountains.How ever there is more to been seen about this magical animal.

 

                                                         Diet

 

Would you know what these amazing creatures eat?

In fact most unicorns eat the same food but storm unicorn eat zapping eels and grey storm clouds also flying thunder bolts.They are very fast fast killers they comp on black dotted ladybugs and furry creepy spiders. 

 

Many people think that the storm unicorn can give you lots of wishes but this is yet to be proved, if you think one is in your area, it is best to stay away.They being hand fed them and if you god there true of them , remember there are wild creatures so try not to mount them as they resent such an intrusion! Lets keep these grateful creatures safe for the next future generation.

Dreams

what are soft? The sand between my toes on a calming beach, an eagles lost feather in the breeze, and an innocent new-born rabbits fur. What are rough? The un-even pavement that grazed my knee, A sturdy, pointy rock on a mountain, The dirty shell off of a tortoise’s back.

What are light? The suns reflection on a giant ocean, bending light on every wave, The aura of the moon on a frosty winter night, millions of gleaming and glistening stars, up in the obsidian-black sky like millions of eyes. What are dark? A deep secret full of mystery and curiosity, waiting to be unravelled, An intimidating cave, full of adventure yet danger, a funeral full of deep emotion and sorrow.

What are hot? A freshly made cup of tea, on a gloomy rainy day, The sun’s radiant beam of sunshine in the summer, The burning sensation of a single bite of a ghost pepper. What are cold? My fingers after I pick up soft snowball with my bare hands, a furious snowstorm unleashing its anger, my nanas bone-y fingers.

 

Golden apple

If I was to make a wonder

I would take

A golden apple and put it in my lab,

The red of my Man Utd shirt.

I would take the sound of

by Rio

The fans of old Trafford shouting.

an ant tiptoeing over a leaf

What are loud? My sister’s music blaring  through the bedroom walls,a baby crying infinitely for its food and a dinosaur stomping towards its prey.

What are quiet? An ant tiptoeing over a leaf skeleton,a baby napping in its cot and an electric car speeding down the street

 

What are small? An ant traveling through its nest,bird chirping in its tree and a baby bored chirping in its egg for food.

What are large? A mountain filled with ice snow, a London bus  circling around the city and  a school filled with hard wrecking children.

 

What are heavy? The weight a worries, the weight of a breakup and a jet crossing in the wind. 

What are light? A feather dropping from a pidgin, sand glistening in the sun  running from your hand and a football flying in the wind. 

 

What are hot? A volcano spouting with hot laver, a radiator on a cold winter night  and a candle on the side of your night stand. 

What are cold? The ice snow on the top of a mountain, the cold wind on a saturday night and a fresh ice lolly out of the frig. 

Storms eye

 

If I were summoned

to create a treasure,

I would take:

The slither of medusas snake, 

the speed of a cheetah in its prime speed,

 

And the harmony of a dozen harps playing in unison,

 

the strength of a horse’s kick,

 

 the sharpness of a silver dagger,

 

And the brutality of a vicious three – headed dog,                                

 

the crack of an earth shaking quake

 

the burning ash of a body being cooked,

 

And the flick of a mermaid’s tail,

 

the intricacies of a human body,

 

the melody of your favourite song,

 

A snakes petrifying eye,

 

And the smile of a funny clown,

 

the jaw of a large megalodon,

 

the rumble of thunder and lightning,

 

the peak of the tallest mountain,

 

And the time of the equator to get cold,

 

the scream of a winds howl,

and the chubby cheek of a child.

 

I’ve never seen a man ride a lion

 

I’ve never ridden a star ship to mars,

But I have ridden a plane to dubai.

 

I’ve never skied off-piste down mount everest, 

But I have raced down princess way.

 

I’ve never eaten gordon ramsay’s 5 star burger, 

But I have munched on  my mom’s cookies.

 

I’ve never envaded a cannonball hurtling towards me on the battlefield,

But I have leapt out the way of a dodgeball in a school tournament.

 

I’ve never touched rell gold in a bank,

But I have felt my mom’s diamond ring.

 

I’ve never seen a man ride a lion,

But I have watched a man serf on a horse.

 

I’ve never performed with the professional ballroom dancers,

But I have boogied at the school disco.

I’ve never ridden a star ship to mars,

But I have ridden a plane to dubai.

 

I’ve never skied off-piste down mount everest, 

But I have raced down princess way.

 

I’ve never eaten gordon ramsay’s 5 star burger, 

But I have munched on  my mom’s cookies.

 

I’ve never envaded a cannonball hurtling towards me on the battlefield,

But I have leapt out the way of a dodgeball in a school tournament.

 

I’ve never touched rell gold in a bank,

But I have felt my mom’s diamond ring.

 

I’ve never seen a man ride a lion,

But I have watched a man serf on a horse.

 

I’ve never performed with the professional ballroom dancers,

But I have boogied at the school disco.

All my dreams.

I have never wished upon a shooting star, soaring rapidly through the frosty night, but I have wished upon blown out candles on my birthday cake.

I have never seen the blinding lights of New York City, but I have seen the glowing aura of fireflies.

I have never felt the soft touch of a steamy cloud, but I have felt the touch of a fluffy blanket on a winter night.

I have never felt a hyena’s back in the hot climates of Mali, but I have stroked the back of my fluffy cat on a hot summer day in my garden.

I have never flew into space in a rocket ship, but I have been high up in the clouds on a trip to Spain.

I have never felt the softness of Parisian silk, running through my fingers, but I have felt soft sand running through my toes.

I have never explored the world, but I have explored a mysterious, yet interesting forest.

I have never jumped of Niagara Falls, but I have jumped into the warm waters of a public pool.

I have seen a snow storm, but I have felt the freezing touch of snow in the cold winter.

An ocean of Imagination.

I want to paint a furious sea, as it sways with anger an mystery; a new-born tulip as it opens up into a world of wonder; the illumination of the stars, glimmering in the frosty pitch-black night.

I want to paint the baby blue sky, like a soft sapphire blanket sitting upon the steamy clouds; a tabby cat seeing a world of pray; a single flutter of a butterfly’s wings as it explored the wonder of this world.

I want to paint the beady eyes of an owl, as intimidating as the deep ocean; a blossom petal soaring through the whistling wind; flowers, as majestic as a beautiful sunset on a hot day.

I want to paint the end of this poem.