A shadow follows me around,
And stretches long across
the ground.
It jumps when I jump in the
air,
And sits beside me on my
chair,
But never makes a single
sound.
I have a pocket in my vest,
Where tiny treasures go to rest.
A shiny pebble from the
playground,
A button that I thought was
neat,
And one small feather from a
nest.
A small blue kite was afraid to
fly high in the windy, blue sky.
His friend the gentle breeze
gave him a big, encouraging
push.
Soon, the kite was dancing
proudly above the tallest
trees in the park.
A tiny, curious star fell from
the night sky and landed in a
soft green tree.
He was scared of the dark,
but the friendly forest
fireflies came to play with
him.
They glowed so bright
together that the star was
able to find his way back
home.
When the air piles on the land
and makes mirages in the sand,
and there is no cup or blotter
to hold an ounce of water,
and you can no longer stand,
that's when I'll go flapping by,
your friendly buzzard in the sky.
Casper the Friendly Ghost -
Where were his friends, when he needed them most?
They'd just read the obits,
and were scared right out of their wits.
Night, friendly night
On lone walks past
Whom I've divulged, through no ' boo!'
My secrets to
Enfold me now
Low-boughed for pine.
A moonless grove's! Trackless sought;
Midst airs, o'erwrought.
Friend, spouse! To hide
Each fright away.
Day-faced, when at me glaring
World, felt odd in .
My buddy Harley never smiles
Hard to know what’s on his mind.
At times Harley’s not such an enigma.
Come dinner time he’ll surely remind you.
When he’s earned treats he’ll nudge you.
Time for his business? He’ll jingle chimes.
Harley hates winter and lets you know:
His walks are cut short, quick in-and-out.
Harley’s not much of a guard dog,
He’s much too friendly, laid-back and easygoing.
He’s quiet and barely vocal,
Might not bark to save his life.
Harley’s always so excited to see me
He’s got this dance that he performs.
Harley’s the most genuine and wonderful companion
There’ll never be anyone more delightfully affectionate.
AP: 2nd place 2025
A friendly place
There are no catfish in our little lake
But it has giant frogs, and some of them die if they are late
and the sun warms just standing on the stone, unable to move
Fodder for the crows. There are no dangerous animals
except for boars with a litter and snakes slither away
There were rumours some years ago about a panther-like
like being, and farmers cocked their guns
I went to have a look, and it was a cat that was glad to see me
took it home, opened a tin of tuna, and it purred happily.
It was an independent cat; sometimes it disappeared for weeks
Then came home telling me nothing, after sleeping in the cupboard
All day, it went out and never came back. Perhaps it had met a fox
And I relived the struggle I must have had before losing.
I had a dog once; she lived to be sixteen, and I never trained her.
She gave paw and chase balls, and she told me when it was
time to go for a walk. I don`t walk much now. I have no one looking
out for me; my friends call her my daughter.
I have been offered a dog, but I refuse. I think what will happen
Should I die?
Friendly and friendly words
I longed for all my life.
But all I got are words and words
that cut me like a knife.
(27.07.2025)
russian forest cat
luxurious triple coat
friendly affection
Donald and Harvey skipping and free,
never were two men more friendly,
holding hands and keeping things down low,
no telling how far a friendship will go!
There was a friendly little Ghost
who wanted to Trick Or Treat --
What would he wear!? And how
to get around, no longer having
feet? Candy he loved, but floating
himself, perhaps would be a bit too
scary -- so he went to rent a
human costume, frightened the sheet
out of the store-clerk named Mary.
Friendly passengers
Today, after work, I waited for the train
It was delayed, but later came, full of passengers
I saw there is no space for me. I needed to stay
And waiting for the next train
An indian man called me
“My friend! You have space here! Get on!”
We had a good chat during the trip
This Indian gentleman is filled with goodwill and God’s love
God bless him!
The same thing happened two days ago
But then it was morning, and then I was rushing to work
A friendly Polish guy said, “Come, brother, here is space!”
He was very smily, like Terence Hill
God bless this gentleman also!
a wisp of wind begins
so crisp, a winter's wind
it briskly blows but thrills the nose
the wind, the wind, the wind, it blows
a wisp of wind descends
so crisp, again, again
it ever flows and never slows
the wind, the wind, the wind, it blows
a wisp of wind will bend
so crisp, a welcome friend
it lightly blows and tickles toes
the wind, the wind, the wind, it blows
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