Poems about Animals
Life is like a flower:
Some choose to appreciate it,
While others takes its beauty for granted.
I cried when I saw him dying
An innocent live
I cried when the cruel man
Killed an innocent
Stalks of flowers in the small garden
outside your window
bend quietly, alternating the shapes
If I was a chicken
I wouldn't give a cluck
I wouldn't spread my wings
Because I can not fly
Dreadfully scared and confused
they are crammed with other hopless ones
awaiting their hopeless fate.