Poems about Pets / Animals

Poems about Pets / Animals
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My Best Friend and I  by David Clarke    
 
    WE USED TO WALK FOR MILES,
    ACROSS THE MOORS, AND OVER STILES.
    MY BEST FRIEND AND I
 
    FLAT LANDS OR HIGH,
    IT WAS NEVER A BURDEN FOR
    MY BEST FRIEND AND I
 
    WE`D SWEAT AND PUFF,
    WHEN THE GOING GOT TOUGH,
    BUT NEVER GOT THE HUFF
    MY BEST FRIEND AND I
     
    THE DAYS GOT LONG,
    BUT WE STILL PLODDED ON
    MY BEST FRIEND AND I
 
    LIFE GOT TOUGH, AS THE DAYS WENT BY,
    I HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO SAY GOODBYE
    TO MY BEST FRIEND FROM I
 
 
Talking Turkeys
Benjamin Zephaniah
 
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
Cos' turkeys just wanna hav fun
Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
An every turkey has a Mum.
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas,
Don't eat it, keep it alive,
It could be yu mate, an not on your plate
Say, Yo! Turkey I'm on your side.
I got lots of friends who are turkeys
An all of dem fear christmas time,
Dey wanna enjoy it, dey say humans destroyed it
An humans are out of dere mind,
Yeah, I got lots of friends who are turkeys
Dey all hav a right to a life,
Not to be caged up an genetically made up
By any farmer an his wife.
Turkeys just wanna play reggae
Turkeys just wanna hip-hop
Can yu imagine a nice young turkey saying,
'I cannot wait for de chop',
Turkeys like getting presents, dey wanna watch christmas TV,
Turkeys hav brains an turkeys feel pain
In many ways like yu an me.
I once knew a turkey called...Turkey
He said "Benji explain to me please,
Who put de turkey in christmas
An what happens to christmas trees?",
I said "I am not too sure turkey
But it's nothing to do wid Christ Mass
Humans get greedy an waste more dan need be
An business men mek loadsa cash'.
Be nice to yu turkey dis christmas
Invite dem indoors fe sum greens
Let dem eat cake an let dem partake
In a plate of organic grown beans,
Be nice to yu turkey dis christmas
An spare dem de cut of de knife,
Join Turkeys United an dey'll be delighted
An yu will mek new friends 'FOR LIFE'.
 
 
Tiger Tiger
William Blake

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
 
 
MY DOG MISSES CHURCH 
Mrs Susan Brougher Somerset, PA 

      When we go 
      To church
      My dog
      Stays at home
      Daddy says
      God made her too
      So why
      Can't she
      Lay in my pew
      She listens
      Real good
      And for a bone
      She'll sit alone
      If she barks
      When I sing
      It means
      She likes
      Everything!
 
 
 
 CROCODILE 
     
Matt Goodfellow, Manchester, UK
      
      My skin is as gnarled as a knobbly tree 
      but my bite is much worse than my bark. 
      Come snooping too close to my watering hole 
      and I'll smuggle you into the dark -
      
      where I'll wrestle the breath 
      from your chest  in the depths 
      and soften you under a rock. 
      
      Cold-blooded killer 
      a flesh-tearing thriller - 
      I'm merciless, murderous
      Croc
 
 

      Croc. Snout Wrong Wi  You, Pal! 
      by Matt Goodfellow, Manchester 
      
      Cats look down on you, dogs look up at you, 
      but pigs treat human beings as equal. 
      (Winston Churchill)     
      
      Cat glares down at me, 
      disdainful daggered eyes. 
      Dog moons up at me, 
      agog with panting pride.
      
      But Piggy-Wig 
      with bristled back 
      thinks both of us are brill   
      shuffles sideways in the mud 
      to share his trough of swill.
 
 
 
A DIFFERENT HUNGER  
Andrea Shavick
 
Powerful cougar, mountain cat
Leaping, sprinting, jumping
Eats any animal it can catch
Loves hunting
 
Fragile cougar, Big Cat House
Caged from January to December
Eats for an audience at 3 o’clock
But remembers
 
 
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