Poems about Animals
only just began early todayNovember 6th, 2024,when my eyes frightfully espiedglaring headlines bespoke horror
A squirrel, this animal is little as it can be.
It eat acorns living in the land of the free.
She was a little bundle of joy that I brought home
A week old Golden retriever with shining golden coat
I awoke early - now my body will sleep,though thoughts rise like the Azoresof snuggling next to such an adorable atomic
10th of May.
Sun like a spotlight,
Sweat like a second skin,
Skin slick, sweat pooling,
courtesy the comfort of his mancave,
I (a mutated batman wannabe)
doth prattle and stump
Once again tis time to pony up and trot out (neigh - without horsing around) an unforgettable day encompassing a series of unfortunate ev