Pets Poem by james watkin

Pets



Creatures, kept in the home.
Gentle companions
To that wildness, yields not
Ignites our young ones!


Each as the other wise
In its innocence;
Pet, child. Spurn, yard-romping
Living's grave pretence.


Make no judgement, knowing
Not how anyway.
Accepting and accepted.
Just so left to play.

Sunday, May 9, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: pet,family
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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