Last Commented Pets / Animals Poems (167)

Why do the birds fly high and on by when there is sunshine in the sky? They always stay together no matter what the weather. Flying and playing around, looking for food on the ground.

I feed these birds everyday and if I do not, they surely have a word or two, (I mean chirps!) to say. When I go outside they sit on this one tree just waiting on me.

It is nice to have my friends with feathers that are always there. Feels good that they care. When I feed them I have to tell you they do not want to share. Sometimes there is one or two that I have to shoo when they act in the wrong way.

In the evening, I say good nite and they know I will be there come morning, because I trust and know God watches over them and not to worry about tomorrow, for it will take care of itself.

Fly away to my feathered friends. Time has come for you to go. Fall is here and this I know. Soon the leaves will fall and I will no longer hear your call. I shall miss you my friends. See you soon when the seasons ends.

theres a fly in the oinkment
someone ate pork chops
the duck is in a plucking bad mood
threats of assassination shooting him
leave me alone you vile monsters
talk of making curry of his dead remains
scrambling the eggs and allsorts
please anyone with a heart shelter me
i am an old duck
going grey in the feathers
this all gives me such bad blood at my age
we live in such a hostile world
i have such a good family
they protected me for years
in the sanctury of beautiful hills
always had peace and quiet
demonic snuff videos sent to duck
i just wish they could see my little heart
i have always been a good duck
i wouldnt hurt anyone
my little eyes cry tears of fear
my life is being threatened
as i wipe the tears with my wings
now they are stuck to my sides with so much fear
if only i could stretch my wings in happiness
like in my sheltered years my wings always open for a hug
why do you want me to have such a cruel end
like the pig pork chops
beware of the wolf in sheeps clothing
my dad taught me this he always made me feel 3 foot high
hiding in the corn probing a non smoking serial killer
i had such beautiful adventures
planning them in my mind,now distorted with threats
you opened a big can of worms threatning my life
sending snuff videos of duck killers
help me find the killers

They run around all day long and seem to always get along. When they lay a egg a song of salutation is rung. Off for a dirt bath out in the sun,finishing a hole that was barley begun. Scurring about with out any doubt always on the scout,looking for tht glorous morsel lurking about.

Stirred by the winds of change she murmurs the stories destined to tell,releasing sensual call in the air, luring him to the doom of his loyns. His search causing his heart to swell,leaving empty desires. On ponds waters they greet for the mateing is a grand affair.

Those tiny little feet walking
down the sea sand on the misty morning
leave the space between the sea and the ocean
just to see his eyes deeply broken.

Those tiny little feet always behind me,
even when I was about to cry,
or when i was just staring the sea absentmindedly,
the little tiny feet always save me.

How I miss my tiny little feet
and see him again to greet.

There was a woman
nightmare of mine,
dead asleep within me
discarded like a dead flower...

A drought divides us
from the flames of my spine,
to her fiery vertebrae
lies barren soil...

Love comes and goes like the night
fleeing with a slice of the soul,
often coming to ransack
what is left of the heart...

Sometimes it is a candle flame
the bright sun in the sky,
only rising to falter
to be reborn another day...

An estranged flower picked from random bush
mockingbird trickster by hand of goddess,
announcing presence to the heart
often not truly seen...

With words of pollen spread to wind
used to heal most restless soul,
bitten deep by faithless love
I replant in fertile soil...

I whisper at night into the dark
before crossing sleeps silent gate,
soon I will be in the arms of another
whose name I not yet know...

She will bring to me
songs of childhood dreams,
upon sheets of milk white silk
and passion will open her thighs...

I love her
she's with him,
he makes three.
When she kisses him
who does she see?

She may see two,
maybe sometimes me,
when there is three
can't love two...

Just left of center,
inside right triangle,
I am one,
a number in this all
blowing out my unlit candle...

Sometimes she loves me
as she embraces him.
How did this begin?
Can love ever be?
Will this carnival ever end?

I want to be first,
her one and only lover.
No matter what I do,
I remain at number two,
a star beneath the moon...

I had a rooster , so grand
a fine tail of colourful feathers
a bright red comb on his head
how that bird could strut

To see him you'd think
no you would know
the king of the barn
for sure he was

He'd dig up some worms
then call his girls
they'd come a-running
to share in the treat

o h boy, could he crow
his voice ringing out
from dawn to dusk
letting every one know

What time of day
his chicks so cute
they followed his lead
what a din made my ears ring

He ruled his roost
chased off his foes
until sadly one day
he passed away

Now his sons
take his place
on the barn fence
and life carries on

Wondering down life's path through streets uncertainty 
Searching for love in a world of conditions 
Whether family or friends husbands or wives 
There's one thing that stands out in my eyes 
That's the unconditional love one creature can bring 
No matter if you rich or poor or fat or slim 
This creature asks nothing 
Loyalty is conveyed by no bounds
For you it's life it would lay down 
To just spend time at your feet 
To sit along side you in your seat 
This animal is like no other 
It's love unconditional on par with a mother 
No matter what or who you are 
This creatures love is unmatched 
this animal not only a best friend 
It's light shines within 
becoming part of your own skin
If you had any doubt of what this animal is 
You've obviously never experienced this 
The one the only 
The dog

he has a stalker
getting to the bottom of it
who hurt the duck
hint,probing for inteligence
sent seedy email to duck
containing x rated material
i am suspicious he might get hurt
mad horrid roaring sounds
with an awful weird voice
a duck hell
the duck can not sleep
help the little fellow
we need to investagate probing
keep filthy videos out
the duck will never be the same
he is on valium at the moment
a vet has been dispatched
by private helicopter as we speak
he needed to be treated for were do i start
aggrivated stressbrought on
wait to you hear it
by that xrated video
refusing to leave the house
scared he night see that monster
the video left in his mind
he knows now what insanity is
he wont pass the door
jesse the duck aint happy
it nearly blew his mind
ha ha ha in stitches
you aint seen mad crazy duck
has spoken son of writter
there aint no sunshine
bring it on quack quack
he is gone quackers