A being as little as a bee
Means so much to humanity
A world in rhythm
And harmony
Our earth our home
Exquisitely
A being as little as a bee
Means so much to humanity
A world in rhythm
And harmony
Our earth our home
Exquisitely
You are beautiful as you are. For who you are
Near and far
Have a most grooveous wet dragon π Wednesday ❤️πͺΆπ¦π²
Please vote for mebetween us
there is no spacerabbit flowerkiss
we would not miss,
a day so lovely
and as warm
as this❤️ππ°
#InternationalRabbitDay
I live hidden among
Arboreal green
I do not wish
To be heard
I do not wish
To be seen
And if you enter
My habitats
Come with cameras only
Please remember that π¦
This contest is a nail biter
As stressful as can be
If you wanna help me
Save my manicure
Will you please
Vote for me
https://americasfavpet.com/2022/magic-mikey
From the wiser
Wizened self
Life is a wizard
Sometimes a blizzard
Ups downs sideways motion
So much to learn from
Our one lifetime ocean
Caught in the waves
But time is the sand
Sometimes reality
Is harsh on dry land
There is no do over
No retakes offered
Time does not care
How much is in
Ones coffers
Too late at last we learn
But much more to say
We would not listen
Anyway
Day soon to
Say goodbye
They gently coo to
Welcome the moon
And then away they fly
I gots to gets this off my chest
My nakee is permanent
Not just my Sunday best
Years ago before
I adopted my peeps
I plucked
follicles too damaged to grow
Now nakee I stuck
But mommy and daddy always see
That I as handsome as can be
My nakee birthday suits us
Perfectly
P.s. This feather together
We play
I molted not plucked it
The other day
So do not judge
Before you have facts
Or I will biteses you
That is that ❤️πͺΆπ¦ππ¦
Magic Mikey little green overlord
A flower never cries
A flower lives not by
“Why’s “
A flower simply blooms
Without a thought of
Who’s the prettiest
In the room
Officially September 17 this year but Puppy mill awareness is every day πΎ
puppies, milled
We live here in a puppy mill
It is winter now, and we are
So chilled
When summer comes the
Heat is very strong
Our fur gets matted,
It gets too long
We cannot breathe
We cannot see
we can only feel
our misery
please rescue us
please get us out
we are not human
so we cannot shout
Adopt don’t shop so this will stop
Please vote for our special needs senior macaw Magic Mikey. A vote for dis boidie is a vote for all the perfectly imperfect perfections that we love ❤️πͺΆπ¦
Thank you https://americasfavpet.com/2022/magic-mikey
Increments
Toe to toe
Life in seconds
Quickly goes
Each flash a soon to be
Part of a collection
Of memories
Hello world may your beaks get kisses
Your heads get scritches
When it itches
Your worries gently
Loved away
on this and on
Every day
❤️πͺΆπ¦magic Mikey and humans π¦πͺΆ❤️
Prayers for healing
For those weeping
For the tormented
Overtired
Incapable of sleeping
For those who do harm
To find a way
To find their own goodness
And change today
ππΌ
As they vied for the same space
Redfeets said to little dove
I am bigger than you
But that does not mean you
Cannot win too
Perhaps the greatest accomplishment
Is helping another grow more
Confident ❤️π¦π
Oh possum
We are fruits of
Nature,
Blossoms
But you humans
Call us
Opossums
You think we
Are nasty
You look so afraid
We when lie down
Then jump up,
Reactions not
Delayed.
Cute we are really
If look at us you do,
But until then
We will have fun
Scaring you.
P.S. do not torment us, kills us or drop us from planes…Any such behaviors are cruel and insane.
Thank you.
Opossum Nation
there so many heroes on that day. so many lives lost, hearts broken.
we applaud those who rose above the smoke and ash, who gave of themselves, this perhap their last gift.
we mourn the lost and the fallen
we pray for better
can we all just learn to love, accept diferences and grow from that acceptance?
or is this question just rhetorical
k 9/11 hearts
They stand by their person
Tall and proud
Waiting for each command
By hand signal or aloud
Their paws are so tired
They are cut until raw
But they keep on going
Keep looking for more
Into the rubble into the fray
Not fearing trouble
Will someone be saved today.
Eyes tearing from smoke
They plow straight ahead
As they cough and they choke
Perhaps wishing for bed
Tirelessly devoted doing their best
At the end of the long day
Head on their person’s chest
Knowing tomorrow
Will be more of this sorrow