Poems about Animals
The CityDeep inside of it is something we all feelThe place I amIs sitting onA ChairOn a rooftop
To rise once again
as madness begins to fade.
The brain grows sharp,
like the edges of a blade.
I don't know what to write aboutnothing seems to cross my mind.I think, I try, I sigh, I pout,
Most people say the ocean is a calming force,
The rolling waves crashing against the shore,
words appeal to speakers, and thoughts, to silent men
some express the eagerness and others dwell within
The snails make way for the prickly lettuce
and dandelion feast. From a branch, perching—the