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by Borgi
Rated: E · Poetry · Pets · #1651899
A little poem of pets fearing the unknown, storms.
When it storms I cry.
Not for fear of thunder,
nor lightening in the sky,
but for a friend I love,
watching from above.

When it stormed I found,
Weasel feared the rumble,
so frightened by the sound.
Beneath the bed she'd lay,
whimper me to stay.

Bolts of light would flash,
swollen clouds did empty,
as wickedly winds did slash.
All through the night she hid,
wondered what she did.

When the storm had died,
out she'd come for comfort; 
no fear when at my side.
Seems odd, but this is why,
when it storms I cry!
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