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Sun Pets Poems | Sun Poems About Pets

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

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Details | Haiku |

Sun Blinding This Seal

Sun blinding this seal
A mammal, glad to see me
My favourite pet

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006



Details | Ode |

the swan

THE SWAN

Sitting over the tranquility of the quiet waters
With a spray of soft wind blowing across
Surrounded by grasslands and tall trees
She enjoyed the conditions in a peaceful spree 
Of the setting sun ending his course 
For the day, heading straight to his quarters

On the purple background of the sky, the clouds
Followed in a traffic of pink and white shadows
After the orange sun towards the calling west
She paddles her feet below her wet fluffy chest
With her neck like a lone daffodil in the meadows
Her silence is the voice of grace, which beauty proclaimed loud.

Copyright © alfred soetan | Year Posted 2006