Been packing and sifting through my old stuff since I'm about to move back into my house, which has finally been rebuilt. I don't remember when I wrote this but it must have been a good 10 years ago and reading it reminds me of the child that was in me. I hope you all enjoy this one, if not then my apologies and remind me to never post in the poetry forum again. Here goes
~ I Was An Animal ~
I was a bird, flying free
Atop silky white clouds
Amidst the evergreen trees
Whistling for joy, happy to be free
I was a horse, strong and wild
With no worries on my mind
Dancing in the wind
Running around, being unbound
I was a fox, cunning and sly
Saving myself with foul lies
Hiding from minor troubles
Made from minor mistakes
I was a child, Most of all
Innocent and true
Where things were all so simple
Where white was white, And blue was blue
~ END ~
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