Apr 16
So round and fluffy,
They trot about.
Shaking coats and butting heads,
Nothing between drifting eyes.
Scent of barnyard musk.
Elders wise and stout,
Rolling and lying in straw beds,
Nothing between drifting eyes.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
