Poems about Animals
Dark, wet brown,
covered with an
orange, pink, and blue
beach towel.
the clean scent,
Standing here in Paris, France.
Surrounded by booming businesses.
Water rockets upward reaching for the sky.
They see dark clothing and piercings,
but not the smile that graces her lips
at the sight of a baby animal.
my whole life I had a fixation with animals. I think they were put here to keep us company whenever we get to feeling lonely.
As the breeze carries me on
I still remember the same old song,
from the bird that lost her wing
Awaking out of bed,
Still half asleep,
A faint cry with an annoying repeating tone,
I am born.