Animals get sad, too.
My dog got sad, once.
After our other dog died,
I would see her in the yard,
Sleeping over the grave
Of young Molly, our lost pug.
And when her favorite toy broke,
She came to me, whining loud,
As if she was begging for me to fix it.
So I did.
Animals get sad, too.
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Poetry By Me! (Morgan, he/him)
PoetryThese are poems that I write. My pen name is Morgan, so call me that! Also, I use he/they pronouns and love to write. Please, if you find any you particularly like, let me know in the comments! I plan to publish some of this in a book, just need to...
