Siberian Tigers and Good Suburban Mice

The rain hits my face
Like tiny wet kisses
Says hello to my world
Love to the missus
Mash potato clouds
Too dark for my liking
A backdrop of grey
Dismal but striking
Siberian tigers
Eat the wild hogs
While all around them
Men fall trees for logs
But they survive
In icy cold weather
Maybe for one bad day
I can keep it together
Iíll sharpen my claws
At the old coffee house
And roar at the day
Like a good suburban mouse

Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-31 at 23:55

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Dave, congrats on being chosen as editor choice. A fine work old mate.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i love this poem ~


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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Great whimsy and love the free association. Your phrase skills are a wonder!

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Siberian Tigers and Good suburban mice both roar in my estimation. Neither would I want to encounter, but I enjoyed the rain that hits your face like tiny wet kisses world.