Pursuit of Science

The sight of the animal

brings through tears of rain,

the felt of their fur

brings warmth through my veins.

 

The joy they bring me

is as if I'm being reborn,

When they decide to leave

also brings me to mourn.

 

Helping animals is such a relief

its like leaves blowing off a tree,

The thought of losing an animal

will end up going through me.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

Comments

corche43

I love the way you describe your feelings through this poem. -Mrs. Ford

This really speaks to me. -A friend

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