(Poem 174 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Chickens, ducks, cousins, goats,
bunnies, memories, friends, and fun—
a morning spent at a petting zoo
laughing and learning in the sun.
Parents watch and take photographs,
encourage the children to be brave,
pet those babies and give them love;
try to make that little goat behave.
A kid’s a kid, whether goat or child,
ready for frolicking on a summer day.
Each is happy to be with the other,
nothing to do but run around and play.
@Genuine Joe’s – 174th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Petting Zoo photos to accompany my poem:
rebekahjmarshall 