redid a poem about elis
calm, like a cloud, floating in the sky
kind, like a wind, singing a lullaby
searching aimlessly, looking for love
flying over the world, like a wandering dove
running through the fields, like a rabbit, snow white
looking up at the sky, feeling good, feeling right.
she's suprised, she's seeing some light.
then she looks around, and spots a sight.
sees the one, sees another, ready to put up fight.
that is the end. i hope it's alright.
poem about tezcacoatl
amazing fur, theres white-and grey.
the personality- a hunter, not a stray
you see my dear, that is all right.
but still- "tezcacoatl" can put up a fight.
he works hard, eating every part of the food.
he doesn't waste- like all of us do.
he's a good, nice hyenea, that part is true.
we work hard to feed ourselves, he does that- times two.
so this is the end, the poem is done.
i'm not very proud of this one...
but still, its art, through and through.
even though i didn't like it, i hope you do.
doing hyenea poems!
pm me the reference of your hyenea, and some personality and history.
thanks!