Changing Seasons in my life – KoKo

A Summer Poem

– by KoKo ShakesPaw

Feel the touch,

Of scorched grass

Of scratchy weeds

Of summer not past

 

Baking in an oven

Slinking in the shade

Waiting to discover

Cool, water in which to wade

 

Bright glare

Sweaty sleep

Dry mouth

Poor burnt little feet!

 

Mum, can we please go down

To the cool of Cottesloe beach?

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A Winter’s Tale

– by KoKo ShakesPaw

Frosty grass, bitter wind

Wet paws, I don’t mind

Early dark mornings

Are spooky but fine

 

It’s the wet fluff on my back

That gets too heavy to cope

I need Mum to towel me

Or I will lie around and mope!

 

When the thunder claps

keep me inside

I need to play games

and find somewhere to hide

 

Oh I long for summer and long runs on the beach

The crispy leaves under my paws in autumn

Or maybe some days and weeks of each

And don’t forget, the happy buzzing of bees in spring

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