Through the Eyes of Daisy

Daisy Mae

My name is Daisy, looking at you, or Daisy Mae to be fully true.

You see my color of black is true, but tonight I feel the color of blue.

Odd people were here, may one, no two, painting the walls, it’s smells phew

I bumped her leg, for something to do, she said no, what’s a dog to do?

I pick up my bone and begin to chew, I found a great holder, her old yard shoe

This was not fun, so left it askew, I stretch out long, yeah, I am looking at you.

I am bored, just wanting something to do, she said no, what’s a dog to do.

My name is Daisy, since I’ve nothing to do, I send out a hello especially for you.

Anita Neal

And as always remember to be kind to all kinds.