Poems about Animals
The vines underfoot try to grab your feet The puddles of water bubble from each step Creatures from the bottom
Tip tap
What is that but a tap that calls upon my self
a sound so monumental it rings with wealth
The forest was entirely still,
The deer stood alert and silent,
They knew the day had come,
The dog sits in his cage,
Hoping for love.
His eyes search for a human
Who thinks he's enough.
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.