Poems about Animals
We are the generation
In which the world has
Placed its trust onto.
We are the future.
When you died, it brought about sadness, pain and tears.You died three months ago today, that's a fourth of a year.
I knew a little bird
Whose colours are green and red
It flies so high; it flies so low
The Ibex...
remains largely unknown;
with HUGE curvy horns
that have grown
and have grown.
.
Cute and puffy
small brown wren;
flits and twitters
at the glen.
.
To and fro while chasing ants?...,
In quietness of early dawn
where mourning doves parade...
they somehow see
right through what's gone;
Speeding seabirds; on crests of surf
bless the beach of mother earth;
while singing salty sailors notes;