I have a pet dog; his name’s Wiley.
He doesn’t bark. I don’t fear his bite.
He walks behind me silently
and howls with his pack in the night.
I have a cat named Rufus–
though we call him Bob.
His pointy ears and fluffy tail are all I see
in the deep grass.
The rabbits fear when he's around.
I have a bird named Hawk.
I watch him soar in the distant sky.
Red and gold feathers bend the air
perfectly, making me wish
I could fly.
I have a rabbit named Jack.
He eyes me suspiciously
from the lawn. And hops desultorily.
Then he’s gone.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 8:57 PM UTC
I have a pet dog; his name’s Wiley.
He doesn’t bark. I don’t fear his bite.
He walks behind me silently
and howls with his pack in the night.
I have a cat named Rufus–
though we call him Bob.
His pointy ears and fluffy tail are all I see
in the deep grass.
The rabbits fear when he's around.
I have a bird named Hawk.
I watch him soar in the distant sky.
Red and gold feathers bend the air
perfectly, making me wish
I could fly.
I have a rabbit named Jack.
He eyes me suspiciously
from the lawn. And hops desultorily.
Then he’s gone.
