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The moon the stars and the whole galaxy
A few hours,  A million years, A billion
it warps and changes
it all happens at one
expecting to see the yellow at night
a reflection of irises
A brightness of soul beneath shadows of night

Wondering eyes for stars 
connecting to find strands 
Leo, Lepus, Lynx, Lupus, 
No sextant will find the hue of jade
No eyes will see the forest 
No hands will run through the foliage 

A deathbed shared with a sibling 
and a constellation yet to be discovered
Recently, lost my cat on the same green-lit vet room as my dog. I hope they are keeping each other company.
Lizzie Bevis May 25
It's raining cats and dogs today,
my tongue the cat has stolen away,
and I watch in silence as pigs fly,
then tumble earthward from the sky.
A cheeky monkey, full of guile,
pulls wool over my eyes, for a while
and as the wolf cries false alarms,
a wild goose chase begins across the farm.

In a China shop, a bull runs free,
shattering porcelain endlessly.
An elephant now stands in plain sight,
as I hold my horses and watch this plight.
The top dog lounges, cool and wise,
as others bark their foolish cries,
up wrong trees, early birds take flight,
to catch the worm before first light.

The lion claims his hearty share,
while flapping fish gasp in open air,
now, take the bull by the horns,
it must be tamed
by a red herring so aptly named!
The cat slips free, the bag is untied,
there are no secrets left to hide,
the bird now sings, a call to all,
"Oh, to be a fly upon a wall!"

©️ Lizzie Bevis
This poem was inspired by British animal related Idioms.
https://englishswami.com/animal-idioms/
Dianali May 21
Our laughter echoed in the forest.
Chill wind tangling my hair.
Good insulation in my chest.  
Knowing glances.
Someone cares.
Such a brief moment—
Fog and Fate
Humans are social animals.
Today I was reminded
—in the sweetest way.
Marebear May 15
If all the people I loved in this life were to disappear
The grains of my soul would fade
I embody love to its finest definition
The clay is moldable, definable to the muse
A reflection of the strings tied

If my love is a reflection of others love for me
what if the mirrors break?

His hand cradling mine
Or holding a bloodied knife
My heart beats it’s melody
A painful screeching tune, or forsaken philosophy
Whales glide with their dead calf
Although the time will take its course longer

Shall humans fate is to see the worst in people when eyes first meet
What if love at first sight is the irony of vulnerability
A failed perception.
Or just a lesson.

That life’s first breath was bitter
filled with smoke
To be fulfilled, the lungs must be blackened
Heartbreak or love, a thought
David Hilburn May 21
Police at the circus:
Ok, buddy, why the scream?
Excitement is for children, here...
Thoughts of adulthood, should learn to be

The juggler says hi
When may has an opportunity, baring a tooth
The fright of charity, is in the air, with silence
Terror came, when pasts are aloof?

The third ring, comes forward...
Sated angels, with misery for needs each?
Knowing a drama in the lie, we sternly compare what starred
A cagey house among many fields, we know the faring vanity...

Letting the culprit, ride the elephant?
We saw the problem, animals with a pace for us...
Have the cordiality to look, and see the limit
Of a surprise, happy enough to feed and pet; with thus?

A happier boat?
With moments to clear the board...
Saintly fights, with the voice of a stranger, are what we thought
Getting hysteria out of the way, makes good nature have a word?

With a wisdom's, shadow?
Prepare our smile, with a remembering guise...
Of what worry was to your fellow man, a place to hold
Ones distance to a wish, that wasn't a person again? home pie...
eeny meeny miney moe, why did the tiger go home? because it smiles better there...
MetaVerse May 17
There once was a crocomodile
Who lived as the lord of the Nile:
     He once ate a pharoah
     From giblets to marrow
While crying and wearing a smile.
MetaVerse May 17
$?

Rolls through the valley
A May storm with itchy *****—
What price bonobos?

MetaVerse May 8
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sing off the chalk



Shambhavi May 3
It's Funny....

How the ones who could speak taught me pain,
While the silent ones tought me love.

It's Funny.....

How the ones who could see like me gave me betrayal,
While the ones who can't see like me gave all it's trust.

It's Funny.....

How the ones who could walk on two legs never stood for me,
While the ones who crawl on four legs always stood for me.


It's Funny Right.....🙃
Sometimes Animals treat you better than humans i don't have any pet but i always feed stray cats and dogs and the amount of love and trust those innocent souls give me is not comparable to a human love.
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