She sought to find refuge
among the colors
The hues the fabrics
That which might heal
The way she feel
The king of beasts is getting royally screwed.
By poachers, encroachers,
Hunters and punters.
We are their first, last, best and only hope or they will roar no more!!!
That’s okay
But we da boidies
Wanna play
So Ms boop
Get outta the way
❤️πͺΆπ¦ππ
P.S. we da boidies wrote da book on da boop
We synchronize
Our lives in steps
We harmonize
Although at times
We disagree
I am for you
And
You are for me
Women with cats are mothers to their kittys
Some folks don’t get itPillows
In
All sorts of pastels
Is this the place where
Dreams dwell
During the daytime
As they take their rest
Until
The sun goes down
When they leave
Their soft nest
Who learned the most from what
His life had taught
Who understood others
And accepted them
As they were
Who understood that love
Means love
Whether or not one concurs
Who expressed his feelings
Agreed with or not
A man of courage and a strength
That most of us have not
You were you are
Loved, admired
Respected
Your legacy a life
Lived as you directed