Fur Poems - Poems about Fur

Here's a tale of a Rogue Rabbit, Met a hoodie paschal hermit, She overcame all her fears, She munched him, from toes to ears, Ate the lot, begone, foul furry git!...

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Crime busting Houston police smoke out disjointed fur rats house... formerly an abandoned Amazon warehouse went to pot with mold and magic mushrooms growing in every spot. All kinds of vermin stole into the damp dark environment of particular note concerned medium-sized rodents who belonged to order Rodentia who chomped down illegal contrabands, and quite a sizable portion went into their bellies,...

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She was old, very old, frail and weak but still beautiful, I recall holding her as a new born kitten; so delightful to watch her play and do silly things, growing up to be so graceful in her movements. Always a lover of cuddling, purring even at twenty; I held her until her last breath and then for hours....

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They said this strange man ate his squirrel: such a lovely arboreal rodent, a creature that nibbles. First he eats its legs, then its body, but omits the heart. That is precious. What? We do not eat a squirrel? Boiled, broiled, roasted or raw? With sprinkles? There are strange people who choose certain creatures of fur. But never one that gnaws? And those...

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On Tuesday night I had to stay up late I needed to see who'd win the debate But I don't want to talk about that I just want to know who ate my cat...

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You’re so much artificial fur. You, little bear, do not communicate, not a word, not a single utterance. Yet I speak to you, tap your nose, pat your head - gently, of course. I call you Mr Titch - yes, a name! You have been at table with me, sitting in a bar, I with others. Should I have said we? Yes, we were...

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Her fur used to fly. She used to fly. From the floor to the couch. Once she settled- We’d brush. For years, it was full and youthful. Then it was falling out in tufts, So we’d brush more gently. She was a little scraggly… Both her and her fur were becoming thin. We joked that there was nothing but bones under that fur. We joked. When...

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Like a little fur in my Mexican cocoa said my old grandma She is not kidding yelled out my ornery Grandpa Pa. Saw a furry creature sitting in her cocoa cup. He did not care at all, did not even try to sit up You want a creature swimming in your food? Sure do said granny. He puts me in...

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yellow sun blue sky frozen grey fur hide insides dead animal hide...

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the bison great fur keep him stay warm in winter very amazed at...

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Your memories quirk in the rays of stagnant oceans, my yearning hangs on the tail of the dark knight moon as it illuminates the beats of your heart racing through shadows. Let us...

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His incendiary comments Ignited a conflagration Concerning the dangers Of “smokeless” tobacco It’s the same look Like the one the dogs get When they hear the leash rattle The eyes focus and scan The attitude Takes on an urgency. That tree awaits. Who might have been there Who may still linger Did we bring the ball I hate it when he forgets As I am not too fond of Other dog’s...

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Soft brown eyes, Silky black fur, Large white bandage Fear in her Strange cold place Cries of pain. Confusion deep Needle in vein. Strong new scents New people roam. Warm soft towels It’s not home. Brain on alert Nose sniffs hand. Help is here Can she stand? Slow first walk How will she cope. Finding her balance There is hope. She stands unsteady Improves by degree. She will survive The latest amputee....

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Love given, eventually brings sorrow, to the giver, I miss you whilst I'm living. Little paws, eyes that beg, warm kisses, not just a dog. Moments held, in my hand, soft fur, wet nose I felt. Running free, tongue hanging, panting with joy, running with me. Playing ball, leaves crunching, pumpkins growing, it's fall. Winter looms, warmed by the fire, the first snowfall, you'll go home soon. My heart no longer beats, tears from my pain, stings my face, heavens...

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My little fuzzy ball of fur, Your life with us was much too short. You brought us joy and warmth and purrs, But now it's time to say goodbye, in consort. Though you were small, you filled our hearts, With love and laughter, and silly little parts. From the moment you arrived, You filled our home with light and life. Your fuzzy fur...

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