Best Petspain Poems
I am sick
so she lays beside me
tolet me know that she is there
she looks into my eyes
those soft wide brown eyes
and they seem to express understanding
of the pain that I am feeling
she's like some kind of animal conduit
chanelling my pain and helping me forget
my bodys aches
as I am able to stroke her white silky fur
and smell her musky scent that speaks to me
of endless fields of grass
of streets lined with heavily branching trees
of stopping by the pet store
begging for biscuts and attention
of chasing frantic squirrels back into their home
she's some kind of gift that is sent from the angels
wrapped in a tiny package
that is all ears, wet nose, and barks
unconditional affection
molded into a selfless being.