Christmas Pets Poems

A lonely young girl,
dreams each night for a doggy.
A new furry friend to hold tight,
a new friend to play with.
Someone to love,
someone to care for.
One...

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"Sometimes miracles happen when you're least expecting them. 
Quote by poet." 




It was the week before Christmas; it was a cold, bright snowy day
Told the...

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Consider the (Dreaming) Birds

By Mark D. Stucky
Jesus told us to consider the birds of the air.
I have pondered parakeets (budgies) in a cage
routinely performing what...

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she ...

my joy -
always slept there ...
rescues, you see,
she and her half-sister came just
before Christmas,
and the tree -
its lights,
Its protection,
its warmth and refuge -
was their...

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When I'd give an arm and a leg! --
What's more, every Christmas I beg:

I want a dog! Please please pleeeaase!
But mom complains of poop and...

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Merlin, the magic cat, was treading lightly
For some of his pranks had turned out unsightly
Like taking the scissors to our dog’s fluffy tail,
After knocking over...

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My two pet rats so cheeky and bright,
  one brown and one black and white,
who live only a short age
  rattlin’ around in...

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There are piggies of The Woods,
there are piggies of The Sea.
Not all piggies are equal;
this is clear to me.

There are piggies who sing -
and they...

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When I was only nine,                    ...

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Did you know,                      ...

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I can’t tell you the joy
 this cat has brought into my life.
She is curled up now -
 curled in my lap dreaming
of immortality 

We...

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Surpassing more than Christmas super-treats

our pets bask in long festivities’ feats

feasting* with us midst sweets, veggies and meats

while dear love birds echo their carol-tweets.

*Ecclesiastes 10:19...

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My cat drank my glass of wine,                                    ...

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I was named Paulette,                     ...

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Slowing Down 

Electricity runs through my veins. 
It courses in waves,
from my head to my feet, 
and back. 
Why? 
Because I am ever, 
waiting for...

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