It does not bother me
For when I want them to go home
They're where they ought to be
My food is theirs for free
I love to watch the things they do
Moving constantly
As if I matter not
I never want them out of here
It's not what I was taught
They are everywhere you see
Part of them live in the ground
And some are in the tree
As they try to be real still
You'll find them flying 'round and 'round
Looking for the kill
But you might never see
That it's a part of some big plan
Living naturally
They don't have too much voice
I will never, ever change my mind
They will always be first choice
Hi.
Pls, whats the challenge all about.
Love your poetrt work.
Hi. I am sorry I did not include the link to the contest. It is here. Thank you for your reply.
Ah, yes, what a lovely poem about mustaches. I am imagining one now.