Salty Bagels - are salted by my tears.
A little fluffy friend who knows all my dreams and fears.
A big chinned tiger who escapes the zoo,
He will not eat me, and he will not eat you.
He comes to greet me - on little stubby legs,
He tells me stories and doesn't make me beg.
Please oh tiger, tell me a tale.
"Sure thing my dear, This one's about a quail!"
"Once upon a time there was a quail,
magnificent with feathers,
in search of the kings grail."
I become sleepy as the tiger growls,
I rest my head upon him and stroke his puffy jowls.
When life feels hard,
I reach for something soft.
Others may judge me,
but they will soon be scoffed.
MR. Tiger, please don't you ever leave,
You are my best friend Baigals - and the only friend I need.
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This poem is dedicated to my favorite stuffed animal, Baigals the tiger.
About the Creator
Ashley C
Small town just trying to find her way.
The words honors The Vibrant Form
I celebrate the electric body, especially when my vitality is drained. This body of mine has veins as fragile as the weather, sensitive to the turmoil of dust storms and hurricanes. When I'm anxious, my words stumble out like a rusty gate, a storm raging within me. The doctor warns that someday I may lose my footing, for my blood carries the weight of my mother's unyielding strength, like iron.
By Ken Clepper 3 days ago in Poets
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