Pets Poems
Animal Poems: Poems about Animals
by Michael R. Burch
These are poems about animals and nature...
The Arrival of the Sea Lions
by Michael R. Burch
The sound
of hounds
resounds in the sound.
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Questions I Ask Myself
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Will the sun always shine...
Even on a rainy day...
Will there always be sunlight...
So the kids come out to play...
Will the birds always sing...
So their music fills the air...
Will you always love me...
Will you always care...
......
A Pussy Séance
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Three precocious pussies...
Engaged in a séance one stormy night...
Upon hearing some loud angry hisses...
They scampering off in scaredy-cat fright...
Connecting with their many lost lives...
In what became a ouija obsession...
These three precocious little tabbies...
Fell into a demonic possession...
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Dogs Park
by Benjamin Wolf
There’s a pet store at the town square.
I pass by every day, serenading the store windows with my car stereo.
Crooked signs and cracked asphalt are the smiles of the patrons of shops and restaurants.
Their laughter is a sad song that drowns out the tune leaking through my tightly locked doors.
A light turns green so I turn with it towards my destination.
The music starts to fade and I reach to press replay, to revisit a place that I’ve never been.
Channeling Dr. Seuss
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
The cat in the box...
Looking sly as a fox...
Was he wearing dog socks...
That’s quite the paradox...
In the box the cat sits...
Thinking Kibbles ‘n Bits...
At the end of his wits...
Chooses greens eggs and grits...
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My love
by Peter Quitadamo
I walk with my love.
He is covered in red fur.
My wife is there too.
Animal Poems: Poems about Animals
by Michael R. Burch
These are poems about animals and nature...
The Arrival of the Sea Lions
by Michael R. Burch
The sound
of hounds
resounds in the sound.
......
It's a Cat's life
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Cozy, snuggly, curled up tight
People think I'm sleeping, but that is far from being right,
With one eye open, the other tightly shut
I plough the very trade refined by every cat.
Quiet adoration amongst the whispered sighs
For this wonderful creation, nature's wily prize.
And all the while I'm lounging, perched upon my throne
Surveying my domain from this place I call home.
I'm fed and duly watered, patted when I wish,
My life a constant slumber, something I call Bliss,
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A Pussy Séance
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Three precocious pussies...
Engaged in a séance one stormy night...
Upon hearing some loud angry hisses...
They scampering off in scaredy-cat fright...
Connecting with their many lost lives...
In what became a ouija obsession...
These three precocious little tabbies...
Fell into a demonic possession...
......
Questions I Ask Myself
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Will the sun always shine...
Even on a rainy day...
Will there always be sunlight...
So the kids come out to play...
Will the birds always sing...
So their music fills the air...
Will you always love me...
Will you always care...
......
