My Uncle
My uncle is a lot like me
But prefers the sights of trees
Over computer screens and crystal-lined shoes
Berries and shrubs I’d think he’s choose
Instead of salons and tied-up hair
Smelling the scent of greenery and air
As well as rivers and rocks.
He has been said to stare at a fox
Much more than hot anime boys
As for his favorite noise,
My uncle prefers the shriek of an owl
Instead of my grumpy cat’s growl
However, He and I are much the same
We both love the silence of night
And we both like to write
Little ditties about each other
To share one day with one another
This poem is about:
My family
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