Poems about Animals
As I lay my head to sleep
In the darkest so deep
I do not see the moon or a single star
Oh, Alba, my sweet puppy,
How I miss your wagging tail,
Your playful bark, your silly jumps,
why can't you see the life in my eyes?
why can't you see the tears flowing down?
whe can't you be nice
why
The least racist person is a racistThe least fascist person is a fascistThe least criminal is a murderer
If life is a gift
God be an Indian giver and take me back to you
Back to my comfort place