Poetry by pets.
Me As A Gerbil
Dashing about, then stopping and starting and
freezing to stare, winking and grooming and
curling up suddenly quiet and asleep.
Rolled in a ball, comfy and warm.
and wakeful and eyes wide;
thumping at danger with kangaroo feet and then
running with fear.
Nibbling a seed, and then another and
hiding away, so no one can take it,
it's mine; when it's gone
there may be no more for me.
My fur is soft
and I am so small,
but curious always and
ever on guard.