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