I look around
is anyone like me
like a strange sound
you hear but can't see
is there anyone
who acts the same
as I do?
I dream aloud
but wake in silence
I'd like to fit in
but i don't have a licence
is there anyone
who acts like me
I have a dream
That I find a stream
where i can live and breathe
could you believe
someone like me
run around
until you find yourself
a hurried sprint
and jump right
off the shelf
into the sea
where i find me
Play hard to get
someone you'd
wish you'd met like
hotel vacancy with a room to let
come inside my brain
and you'll see a view
maybe something old
or maybe something new
Nine thirty A M both dogs fast asleep
up all night barking and now not a peep
Sassy looks so cute sleeping on her side
Cosmo on his back with legs spread wide
Silly dogs get excited by nightly sounds
always looking for something snooping around
Hear a car door slam or a cat meow
run around barking dogs on the prowl
Tuckered out early good for a morning nap
wake up from noise something to bark at
For most part relax throughout the day
begging for a snack and with each other play
But both dogs actually mellow and at ease
they like their dog naps resting comfortably.
I'd want to be a mammal, 'cause that's just what I am
I think I am quite certain - I don't wanna be a clam!
Since I have to choose, I must pick the best one
If I pick correctly, I'll have lots of fun
I think I'll choose my favorite, which is a very unique creature
However, I don't mind: there's a reason why it'll feature!
Maned wolves are my choice, for one, 'cause it would make me a lot taller
Soon I'll be just like them soon, then I'll say, "This is baller!"
I'd live in South America, eat fruits, and run around
And then when I'm tired, I'll sleep safe and sound
Another gritty grimy old town with echoed din
who sees how many secrets it keeps within
where at day's end amid traffic's sound
some head for home some run around
with rain-washed windows in hotel rooms
whenever there I do roam
through wind-swept streets at midnight
and hold long-distance conversations on the phone
and that dirty old river forever flows
who knows how many places it goes
as the ships come in and the tide rolls down
some make it safe some run aground
and oh those winking blinking lights
filled with promise of earthly delights
will take you shake you
make you feel all right
I wish I could shape shift into a dog.
With you, I would daily jog.
I would wag my tail and be your lapdog.
I would tilt my head and pout,
Run around with my wet snout,
Lie down, and roll over on my back and snub,
For no bubble scrub in the tub.
I would bark and say it is time to play;
Gayfully run to the doorway.
You would throw the ball halfway;
I would race and chase,
Catch, bring it back, and place
Dropping it at your feet, a treat. I am fed.
You would pat the top of my head
And scratch behind my ear and be led.
I would kiss your face and turn you bead red.
You let me sleep beside you as you read.
My big droopy eyes and waggy tail tell you,
No one can love you
As much as I do.
brought my dogs up here to run around
they now lie strategically
watching my sighs and movements
before I reach the house
they knock me over
get inside first
I love my
crazy
dogs
Everything about you will change over time.
Your habits. Your energy. Your enthusiasm.
The way you run around the house now — one day, it will slow.
Simple things may begin to feel heavy.
One day, you might outgrow your specialty —
coffee with two pumps of whipped cream.
The hopeless romantic in you
might even fall in love with horror.
Your face will befriend wrinkles,
and your hair will turn pearly white.
Everything about you will change over time.
But the look in your eyes when they meet mine —
that shall remain untouched.
And I shall stand by you,
the lone witness to it all.
They leap with such agility.
They are a living form of tranquility. They run around with elegant speed.
I swear I think they must be smoking weed.
They run around in a playful spree.
,showing off so the world can see.
Buster runs around in the heat.
Just to bring me a little treat.
Stella is the only girl.
That eat too much and then calls Earl.
Chase is the baby of the bunch.
He will hit you with one quick punch.
They all are loving in their own way.
I love them more each passing day.
Their is nothing like three furry friends.
They all will love me until my end .
she could hear the skittering and scratching around the oak
her allies and army were readying themselves, squirrel folk
She had been raised by them after being abandoned by man
Squirrels were at her ready, when she gave the command.
Some call her Anguish, but she is truly full of love and joy.
She had been raised by the curly-tails, a young girl and boy.
They showed her how to use her feet to run around trees.
Living in the forest with these creatures, was a breeze.
Squirrel Girl was ready to begin her new battle cry.
Thanos was after her, and she kind of knew why.
She had bested him along with her squirrel friends.
The confidence she had was enormous, it would never end.
Why do we love despite pain?
When the rain showers down the earth,
We knew we'll get soaked if we go out,
Yet we still love to run around fully wet -
Then rush and get changed - beside the fire to get warmth.
Isn't it insane? You knew it, yet walk right in -
Then taste the sweet-angst of love,
Where no home could be built,
Nor dream could chart it come true;
Like a dream castle, built in a dreamy dream,
You woke up and gone, left with tinged pain.
My favourite time in childhood
was pre-school as the only one
playing in my own little bedroom
with my toys and myself for fun
These days, I realised one thing
communication was a real defect
realising I had a stammer, so real
caused me trouble whoever I met
So I really loved life on my own
loving my own company O so sweet
learning to be content and happy
lying on the floor was my comfy seat
We had two cats and a dog
they were great friends for me
love to cuddle them in my arms
watch them run around so free
These days were special memories
ones that I look back with joy
it's amazing now at seventy-one plus
I wonder what I could say to that little boy
Pumpkins laugh under dark skies filled with bats
While ghosts seek to find delicious treats
And Halloweeners roam about in cute masks
Funny and frightening monsters chit-chat
About sweets and treats they would like to eat
But pumpkins laugh under dark skies, praised by cats
Neighbors try to stuff candy in big bags
They have gathered lots of colorful treats
While witches roam around in pointed black hats
Halloween Goblins sit on the doormat
Trick-or-Treaters in costumes do compete
As Pumpkins laugh under dark skies filled with bats
There are so many fairies to look at
And children all like to shout, "Trick or Treat!"
While merry Goblins run around with cute hats.
Halloween Pumpkins are cute to look at
With their big grinning faces that compete
With Pumpkins that light up the dark skies that hide cats
While Halloweeners go 'round with cute masks!
Ground hogs day
in a loop
it's a different day
but I am the same
the words are the same
the people are the same
I say the same thing
day
after
day
I try to break it
say something new
like smelt
how many people say smelt
I need to loosen up
get out
run around
Wake
Work
Dinner
TV
Sleep
Where's the fun
Maybe tomorrow I will reverse it
Start with tv and dinner
My life, my night, is like a twilight. Stars in the sky, what a sight.
Laughter from all around, enjoying such a lovely night.
The sweetness of the candy and caramel apples as I bite.
I'm on a rollercoaster so high with screams in the air.
I enjoy the fun games of excitement as I walk around everywhere.
Smiles on kids' faces as they run around and everywhere.
I will never forget the carnival life as it was when I was young.
The foxes in my garden
Arrive at night to play
They had their fill of chicken
And so decide to stay
I crouch down on my haunches
And look into her eyes
The little one so trusting
She’s like her mother wise
I see how she has taught them
To fend well for themselves
But only Little Roxy
Has me so overwhelmed
She comes to me at midnight
For honey in a bowl
As I crouch down and watch her
I know my heart she stole.
The other three just run around
They eat and scatter fast
But Roxy and her mother
Make this encounter last
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