Sometimes all we really need
Are the simple pleasures in life...
Like a fresh juicy red apple
And grandpa’s paring knife...
Sometimes all grandma wants
Is for me to simply fill up her coffee mug...
Sometimes all my baby brother needs
Is to simply get a smile or a hug...
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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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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 name is Boudreaux and I’m a Mardi Gras Chihuahua...
I live in Uptown New Orleans and I have friends all over the world...
They think that I am lucky to live in New Orleans...
Because the king cake is tasty and the Mardi Gras season seems to last forever...
My friends come to visit at the same time every year...
We like to wear costumes and dress up real crazy...
We look so cute and have our pictures taken by people...
We play so hard all day then at night we get very sleepy...
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My name is Roscoe...
This is my very own poem...
I recently moved to Chestnut Street...
To my very own new home...
I belong to Josie and Henry...
They’ve moved here with me, too...
We’re excited about our new home...
It has two patios, who the heck knew...
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Dear cherished companion, sweet and true,
Each day I give my thanks to you,
For all the special ways you share,
Your loving presence everywhere.
Such artistry in every shed,
From kitchen floor to cozy bed.
Your fur adorns my morning feast,
Like snowflakes falling, never ceased.
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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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