Iamb: * When I looked up and saw the bird * The dog had come to bare its teeth Trochee: * Bursting, tearing, cutting down * Why oh why must I refuse Spondee: * In front of us was sunshine, behind the dead of night * Be grateful, always * Calm, cold, bright, shone the star of Luca’s storm Dactyl: * Terrible, horrible, frightening eye * Hoping to, seeking to speak to him here * Onward and upward up to the grey mountain Anapest: * “Believe” she said sadly and often, so calm * I must go to the valley and sing ever sweetly