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Amber Pierce Poem
Have you ever seen a fly?
I'm sure you have before,
A fly can come in through a crack,
Or come in through the door.
Let us take a look at fly,
See him buzz his wings,
He flies too fast for me to see,
O listen how he sings!
Mr. fly has three pairs of shoes,
Made of fine, fine hairs,
These shoes grow on his feet,
These shoes he always wears.
He has two big eyes set on his face,
And some black and short hairs,
He has two wings with tiny veins,
And for rotton meat he cares.
His little tongue goes in in out,
As he eats his rotton meat,
Not only with his tongue he tastes,
But also with his feet!
Little fly, keep watch for men,
And watch for spiders too,
Or you might get eaten or killed,
And then what could you do?
Copyright © Amber Pierce | Year Posted 2007
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Amber Pierce Poem
A little rabbit with fuzzy fur,
Sat as still as a rock,
She didn't move a paw,
She didn't even talk!
She sat as still as still can be,
Then sat up and sniffed the air,
There was no enemys to see,
For of these, rabbits don't care!
She hopped in a wide circle,
And ran towards a tree,
I stood as still as possible,
So she would not see me.
She removed a bit of fur and grass,
And I saw under it,
A bunch of baby bunnies,
Squirming here and there a bit.
The little mother cotton tail,
Combed their fur with her claws,
The little bunnies were perfectly made,
They had no deforming flaws.
I finally drew back in wonder,
I felt such happiness,
But I need to go because of thunder,
And wish a blessing for the rabbit nest!
Copyright © Amber Pierce | Year Posted 2007
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