The Gift
Some people have the gift,
they can read you like a book,
if you are kind hearted,
or just an old coot.
Animals have this gift,
they pick, and choose,
some stay with you,
while others fly the coop.
You don't pick the pet,
they sorta pick you,
try walking up to one,
and see what they will do.
Some want to love you,
they will follow you everywhere,
and others keep their distance,
to touch them, don't dare.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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