Pets
Creatures, kept in the house;
Gentle companions.
To child; to young at heart's
Own daughters and sons!
Clear through a rapport, gazed
If from o'er a fence
Each as the other wise
In its innocence.
Makes no judgement, knowing
Not how anyway.
Accepting and accepted.
Just so left to play.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2021
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