He pops his little brown furry body
Up from the burrowed hole
Swaying his bushy tail back and forth
Then waddles along in the woodlands
In search of fresh timber
To sink his two front teeth into.
PAWS OF AFFECTION
The scrawny white puppy hungrily scrounges around
For leftover nibbles of food and sheltered warmth
In the cold desolate alleys
Of nocturnal New York
Hoping that one lone stranger
Will open his heart?s door
And nurture him once again.
I was only thirteen when my rabbit died
I never really felt the raw sensation of death until now
Her warm sandy fur was iceberg cold
And her coal black eyes were permanently clasped shut
She no longer would scamper around the cage
Knocking over her pellet dish
Or soiling her newspaper blankets
But her playful and lovable spirit
Would always be alive in my heart.