Poems about Animals

Where do we go after we die? Are we all so truly so pure and virtuous at heart
Somber is its embrace, quiet is its plea. Justified by its grace, accompanied by a melody.
Do you think this is funny? Do find this amusing? Yesterday it was boiling oil, today it is knives
I fell into a dream, Inside my head. Lost in my mind, Searching for identity.
You poked my blurring eye, Let me lift your mushy breast.
Vital preserver helps defy gravity, But nevertheless Holding every muscle perfectly still
You may feel sorry For the humans Because you can actually see Their pain and Their suffering
A dove is as white as snow, Looks more beautiful than a crow, In weddings brings tears of joy on one’s face,
His shade is yellow Though his emotions show blue He moves so swiftly In the night He keeps his head up
I am from the many aunts and cousins on my dad’s side. From the hellos and goodbyes taking an hour.