Poems about Animals

why can't you see the life in my eyes? why can't you see the tears flowing down? whe can't you be nice why 
I am not what you think I am I am not what I think I am I am what I think you think I am
The least racist person is a racistThe least fascist person is a fascistThe least criminal is a murderer
When I was a teen I had a rat. A white dumbo rat, with red eyes, who was blind.
If life is a gift God be an Indian giver and take me back to you Back to my comfort place
Beautiful, thoughtful Buttercup Loved to look up, up, up
When I was eight I thought I'd be a princess and happy by now.
With one feet inside her nest And one feet outside, following the dotted line 
I keep having nightmares like something is feeding off my fear. I feel a dark energy that won't let go of me.
Ferdinand    Oh dear Ferdinand, What have you done wrong? Sharp blades are there

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