PET POEMS
Abby
by Michelle F.
One February night two years ago,
The weather was harsh with lots of snow.
Out of nowhere did appear,
A thin, small cat who was full of fear.
We did not know her history,
So my family called her "Abby."
Next thing you know, she was at the vet,
Shorty after, an offical pet.
Today, Abby is not the same cat,
The thinness is gone; she is quite fat.
Now she is not nearly so shy,
Except when a visitor stops by.
A nice black and yellow tabby,
Very fond we are of Abby.
Right now if you could see,
Sound asleep she would be,
On her favorite blanket, all nestled in,
Curled up in a ball with a wide cat grin.
Kaley
by Katie M.
My pet is not a fish or ducky,
To have her I'm really lucky.
When I got her, she was tiny,
She couldn't bark but could be whiney.
There were two other girls in her litter,
When we go on vacation, we'll need a sitter.
Now she's almost five months old,
Her coat is curly, and it's gold.
Her tail wags when we play with her,
She really sheds a lot of fur.
She knows that Kaley is her name,
Sometimes she's hyper; sometimes she's tame.
She loves to ride in the car,
But we can't take her very far.
We take walks around the block,
Her favorite pull toy is a sock,
Outside she likes to play in the snow,
She is always on the go.
I always have to groom her daily,
That's my poem about my puppy, Kaley.
Striker
by Megan R.
I have a pet; he is a dog
He likes to eat, but he's not a hog.
He's not so wide and not too tall
He's rather skinny and very small.
His fur is mostly white and black
He looks like an oreo with the spots on his back.
He barks at everyone who passes our door
Too bad we live on a main street and not at the shore.
My cat and kittens are what he fears
He looks like dumbo because of his big ears.
He's cute and lovable and will be by your side in a flash,
He can also be bad when he goes through the trash.
We got him at a tournament in New York,
His mother wasn't there, he was delivered by a stork.
He eats whatever he can find
He ate cat food once and didnt mind!
He's a dog, and a pet I love
That's all about Striker in the poem above.
Played by a Dog
by Joey M.
I was in a solicitous mood,
So I found a stray dog and gave it some food.
I liked him and he liked me,
He was without a collar, so I put him in the backseat.
On my way home, I tried to give him a name.
John, Larry; No, these names were so lame.
Then out of nowhere it came to me,
His name would be Herby.
With puppy chow every day, he got stronger.
His stride grew longer and longer.
His coat got thicker day by day,
The color was a dark, rich gray.
Summer season was about to arrive,
I had to get him groomed so he could survive.
Excited I showed up at the grooming place,
I turned my back and he was gone without a trace.
In the end it was very clear,
All that dog wanted was for me to cut his hair.
Summary: He was fed, groomed, made stronger and then he moved on.
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