His Own Way
On a rock a lazy lizard lied.
Nearby a contented owl cried.
To the owl 'twas night,
To the lizard 'twas day.
Why can't the world give each his own way?
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.