In velvet fur, a playful sprite,
Stuffed friend of day, with buttoned white.
But moonlit woods reveal a might,
Beneath the stars, a hunter's light.
Those playful paws, in dreams they climb,
Up glaciers stark, where shadows climb.
No honeyed sweets, but seals they find,
A world of ice, on savage mind.
Yet sunrise brings a gentle hum,
The playful soul, the day has come.
And in each glance, a truth untold,
Of wild and tame, within one mold.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
The Longest Minute
A minute. Sixty seconds to say goodbye. That’s all the time that I had left with him as the needle slid into his leg. I stared into his drooping eyes, looked at the blood-tainted saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. They said that this was the best thing that we could do for him, a last kind act for a best friend…but if that were the case, then why did my heart feel so heavy?
By Stephanie Hoogstad5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Love Grizzly bears. Great poem.