My Cat
Meow ....
Unfortunately my cat
name poems
Meow ..
I want to eat feed
I want to drink give drink
There is a mischievous mice
eat rice in a basket
poems ready to pounce ..
very sharp claws and fangs
for gripping, let the dark of night
poems saw the light
no eye afternoon, there are eyes the night ..
Poems daytime sleep alone
Night looking for prey creeping poems.
Ed Was a Black and White Paint Quarter Horse By Nicholas Gordon
Ed was a black and white paint quarter horse.
He died around the age of fifteen years.
We cannot share his inner world, of course:
Such loveliness lies far beyond our tears.
He came to us beaten and afraid,
But in about a year he chose to love,
Never questioning the choice he made,
Nor from that passion did he ever move.
It wasn't mere acceptance or compulsion
That made him such a gentle, loving friend.
Some innocence of which we have no notion
Gave him a depth we cannot comprehend.
He loved us with a dignity and grace
We cannot hope to answer or replace
He died around the age of fifteen years.
We cannot share his inner world, of course:
Such loveliness lies far beyond our tears.
He came to us beaten and afraid,
But in about a year he chose to love,
Never questioning the choice he made,
Nor from that passion did he ever move.
It wasn't mere acceptance or compulsion
That made him such a gentle, loving friend.
Some innocence of which we have no notion
Gave him a depth we cannot comprehend.
He loved us with a dignity and grace
We cannot hope to answer or replace
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