-- Hello, Welcome To Red Panda Poetry! I am Sierra, and I write and publish all of these poems.
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Look over the thicket, Beady eyes aglow, one child sits and waves, I look at him, Sad and lonely, I walk over to him, put my paw on the glass, and whisper, "you're worth it and go put on a show" It clicked in him and he walked on off, but he gave me a look, saying, Thanks, But you're caged forever
... The Ladybug Floats and Flutters ***** and Flees Leaps and Loops Sits and Swats At The Coming Luck To You ... Stares at You Eyes are bright Wings are bent Legs are shaking Colors are mingling Blurry and fading with red and black imminent ... You woke to a beep All is white "The bomb was powerful" the doctor exclaims But you're alive, all because of The Luck of the Ladybug ...
Terrorist attacks, a harsh subject, I tried to take this subject lightly, with ladybugs and how they are luck. IMPORTANT - This is not a true story at all.
You were once vast, large and never lied Stretching far and reaching high Now you are a wooden twig Pulled away and Broken by a pig The pig who didn't care for what used to be the magnificent tree who sat in my yard by the garage and the pool In which, you had rule, over all those tiny sapling oaks who now look up and mope Because trees are limited and rigged with beehives, but many see that as the loss of their wives.
This was brought up many times during Earth Day, Pencils. So we owe them and Conrad Gessner, for inventing the pencil. Some people bury their family members in their yards, under a favorite tree, so that is where the last line came from.