My name is Daniel…
I’m a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel…
My friend’s name is Ray…
He wants to hump me all day…
Ray’s a frisky young pup…
Seems constantly boned up…
While we are indeed good friends…
I’m not sure what he intends…
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Bonnie Sue is about the best pet I've had.
She’s smart and sweet, but sometimes she’s bad.
Her fur is white and so soft it’s like cotton,
And you’d better believe she already spoiled rotten!
I got her at a discount from a local breeder,
And I’m very careful about what I feed her.
No morsels from the table for my dog of high breeding,
She eats only food from the vet for her feeding.
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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.
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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Pussycat, pussycat, where have you been?
I’ve been to the cemetery to visit my late master...
Pussycat, pussycat, what did you do there?
I tried to awake her by scratching the plaster...
Pussycat, pussycat, did she wake up from her sleep?
I was unable to wake her so I rested near her feet...
Pussycat, pussycat, what then did you do?
I chased away a mouse who was nibbling on her shoe...
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I walk with my love.
He is covered in red fur.
My wife is there too.
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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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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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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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...
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