My Days In The Sun

A very nice poem. The pictures are good too.

Animals are Wonderful

Now deep in the winter,

I sleep and dream,

dream of my days in the sun.

When out in the garden,

I could have some fun.

The days are now gray and dreary,

it’s hard to even find a small,

warm sunspot.

But I dream of when the grass,

won’t be cold beneath,

my padded, little feet.

When it will be lush and green,

then my smile will say it all,

I will once again climb,

the apple trees so tall.

It will all be fun again,

having my days in the sun.

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