Poems about Animals
Mittens By: Abby Stubbs
What do you see when you look at me? Do you see confidence? Do you see potential? Or do you see ignorance
We want you to succeed, we want you to pursue The drive to perform arcs in tandem on cue Right?
We played kickball for the last few hours, the day just beginning to diminish.
Not human, animal Not man, beast Not civilized, wild Broken
What are we to them? Clearly something whose soul Should be ripped from their body.
It stood there in silence, Possessed and frozen in time. It was my friend and I knew it had to be peaceful.
Dirt caked under my fingernails and in every fine line of my hands, Defines my life.
Small as me low from the rest warm as the fireplace a nose as cold as the water penguins swim in
Instinct taught him ,he became the brilliant cat he is the bony that is always excited to run