a little poem for the rescued chick
A Poem a DayNational Poetry Month
It is a myth that birds smell our fingers.Chickens can't sense Carolina Reapers.Menagerie of rescue pets lingers,Turtles, frogs, & pygmy goats are keepers.
Every time my daughter calls out for helpThe dogs know to share room and never yelp.
Caroline Gerardo copyright April 2018
Published on April 23, 2018 16:55