My companion has no worries,
His eyes as green as grass.
His fur like velvet,
His nature kind.
His bravery like a tiger,
His bite like razors.
His hiss is the wind,
His growl, an earthquake.
His whiskers like strands of silk,
His tongue is sandpaper.
His spirit is as pure as the heart of gold he bears in his chest.
My companions' only worry, is me
Ya gotta like it! Have no idea why but I have a feeling I don't want to know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting write. Great description, and very truthful. -Kylie M. Lynch