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Cinquain Pets Poems | Cinquain Poems About Pets

These Cinquain Pets poems are examples of Cinquain poems about Pets. These are the best examples of Cinquain Pets poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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My Bed's Just Here For The Cat

Hairy nuisance
Sprawling over bedsheets
Crowding limited sleepspace with

Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2009

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Ant Farm

ant farm:
an all-seeing
look at colony life's
structure.  care for it.  learn from its

Copyright © Effie Blake | Year Posted 2006

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Highly strung
Hidden weaponry afoot
Pussy purr; sadistic slash ~

Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2016

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Man's Best Friend

Loving, sweet
Waiting, watching, wondering
So happy you’re home

Copyright © Tina Thornton | Year Posted 2005

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Leap of Faith

Withers quiver
With power from his hooves,
Tough thunder. He whinnies and snorts...
He flies.

Copyright © Heather Lewis | Year Posted 2007

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Black, White 
Hunts, Jumps, Runs
Afraid, Happy, Loves, Jealous

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009

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On a Cat, Ageing

I love to watch you snoring by the fire,
ensconced between my feet.  The heating’s on,
so bask in luxury, my little one.
That seized-up hip and generous spare tyre
mean you’ll not venture out.  Those days are gone!

But when all else has fled, hope still remains.
Those twitching paws still sing the timeless song,
and in your dreams you’re limber, virile, strong,
cavorting lithely over sunlit plains,
pursuing sparrows one vast summer long.

Copyright © Michael Coy | Year Posted 2017