At the first light of dawn When there is little supposed to be going on Stirs the tiniest of curious fluff ball kitties
By McKenzie McQuade6 months ago in Poets
Skipping through the woods with her usual picnic basket Goodies plenty wrapped in a checkered blankie Whicker top golden latched tighter than a funeral casket
Princess sleeping under pale moonlight Blissfully unaware of the mischievious hare Lurking closer and closer Periodically sniffing the air
By McKenzie McQuade7 months ago in Poets
Be careful down where the crawdad's sing The boy you meet will only be there for a fling For him it wouldn't be a loss He lives his life in the swamp
The old cabin had grown quite shabby Since it had been left to the witch's old tabby With the familiar finally freed He just didn't feel any domestic need
What do we do with a passed out Corgi? What do we do with a passed out Corgi? What do we do with a passed out Corgi? Early in the morning
By McKenzie McQuade8 months ago in Poets
The trees They live in this forest They whisper they breathe Wanderers can speak to the leaves Often times seeking advice
By McKenzie McQuade10 months ago in Poets
Never have I ever chose a love so fine As that day I chose to call you mine Sunny was that day I picked you up at Tractor Supply
Along the river bank did I not spot any of the mischievious hares But still something lay Something still, fuzzy, and small
I've never been able to do anything subtle If I want something I'm going to get it or set it on fire That's just my personality
By McKenzie McQuadeabout a year ago in Poets
To the owner of this little coffee shop with happy little pugs printed on your dine in ceramic mugs I know you don’t know this
By McKenzie McQuade2 years ago in Poets
My luck’s run out at the end of the rainbow Visions and dreams of coins with shimmering golden sheens keep me from giving up the search though