Okay, so call me strange. I love cinquain, but I’m always looking for new and slightly unusual subjects for that form of poetry. Today I was caught up in thoughts about the animal/insect kingdom, and decided to just give vent to some of my personal feelings. No offense intended.

BUGGED

Pesky!
Bad mosquito!
Buzzing around my head.
I raise my hand, and with one slam,
You’re dead!
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SWINGERS

Monkeys!
I detest them!
All wiry arms and legs,
Ugly faces; grating chatter —
They stink!
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BIRD BENEFITS

Bird talk.
That’s what you get
When you own a parrot.
And that’s not all they do for you:
Poop too.

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