Poems about Animals
We As Americans will help out the less fortunate
We as Americans will help out people who have nothing
The apple of my eye, you are my fellow hunter, you are my son.
A shot so far away, but somewhat close,
Full moon lesions
Creeping out of snail shell
The gagging sounds yellow and full with admission
There once was an owl and a mouse.
They lived in a barn, not a house,
With cows, horses, ducks, and sheep,
She cuddle with me every night I felt alone.
She let me cry on her shoulder when daddy didn't pick up the phone.
I try to get your love,
But all you do is hit me and hate me,
Why don't you love me,
Am I really that worthless?
Rain covers my pallet in purifying drops
My tresses are swollen, bleeding out their tops