Poems about Animals
Poor little bunny,
you ran out in front.
Fast as the blowing wind,
the only thing on your mind was getting across.
Arachnid terror, dark creature of the night
that haunts the cupboards like a blackened wight
The whites of her eyes flash
Toward the sounds outside the door.
The pounding of someone’s steps
Her white dressed figure dances in front of me.
The clouds that cover the night sky gently surround the night
His queen size bed is the hard concrete we walk on
His 100 percent cotton pillow is his right arm that he lays on
Cold cement. Dirty feet. Cold shoulder. Dirty look.
He asks himself, when was the transition from human to animal?
Listening to the sound of the "Hand"
I gaze in amazment
How can one gesture be a word?
I gaze in amzement
I woke one day to a wonderful surprise,
I found all the humans and their creations to be gone.