Take your time
To shake your fur
And fix up your mane.
Lick your paws
Before choosing your claws
And preparing your morning eyes.
Smell the roses
In nature
And in between the lack of life.
I insist you choose:
Pick out your battles
Or race to any chance.
Whatever you want,
My king or queen,
As long as you keep that courage of yours.
I'll let you roar as loud as you want,
But remember to fix your fur
And get your whiskers straight.
-May 23, '18
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Poem's Majority w\ Short Stories Galore
Poetry"He proceeds; Without disuasion; To sneak; Lurk; And crawl around me." - Chapter One Includes the many poems, which are sometimes counted as shorts, that I have created and will create this school year (2017-18) and maybe on. They're most likely goi...
