The Wolf
By twilight-obsessed
Alone, on a dark night,
Not a leaf stirs,
Not a bird takes flight,
Only the sound of footsteps through firs.
Suddenly, in the distance,
A shadow appears
Then, like a missed chance,
It soon disappears.
You stand there and wonder,
Feeling a slight chill,
Then hear a howl from far yonder,
There up on the hill.
It is a wolf that you hear,
It is a wolf that you see,
A grey wolf you observe,
To be the same wolf as me!
Home
by Unknown
A tiny tear upon your face,
As you long to find a place,
Where everyone is super fab,
And nothing is at all drab.
But such a place is not to be,
There is no place like that you see,
And so that fact makes you cry,
But also to wonder why.
Why is such a place not real,
You ponder and then you steal,
A look toward a website,
And everything then feels right.
It is chicken smoothie,
Though the name is a tiny bit loony,
Everything else lights up your face,
You have finally found your place.
At…ChickenSmoothie.com!
(If you are the author of this poem, please contact Fiery Gatoh on the CS forums)
Zen, Juliet and Klei sang a song
about how CS is awesome and is getting along
My sister says it’s nerdy
So now her mouth is dirty
So Whoever doesn’t like CS is Wrong
I run as fast as my four legs will take me,
Why am I running?
I am running from them,
That stupid pride of high breed lions
Who ruined my family.
So I am running away
And I don’t ever want to come back
I never want to see their faces
In my life again…
But who will even care?
Who will care that I am gone?
It does not matter, but all the same
I will be gone within the hour
This is my final goodbye
I’ve thought too long and hard
I hope the next time
The wind whips past your ears
You will remember me.
I am Wind Dancer.
I sit in wait
Ears perked forwards, eyes focused
Thinking only one thing;
Will someone pick me?
And every time they open the doors
I sigh and look away
For it’s the puppies they want
Not an old gray wolf
Why must I get my hopes up
Time after time?
I know the same will happen
I know their gazes will only skim
And so when the pound opens
And light wafts through the door
The others put on a welcome face
And I turn my back
I listen to the sounds
Of scrolling and laughing
The sounds of others
Getting another chance
Then I felt something odd
Press against my back
The sound of a click
The shine of a smile
My eyes widen
I’m confused
The last time I felt this
I was a pup in the shop
Slowly I turn and stare
Into the eyes of my second chance
Into the soul of my adopter
Who sits behind the screen
If wolves could do backflips
I’d have won a gold medal
For this was my new home
This was my new chance
Pinch Me, I’m not Irish!
Pinch me I’m not Irish,
I ate an Irish fish.
I’m not an Irish dog,
For I am in some fog.
I hate my Irish dish.
There’s two pots,
Full of Irish dots.
Why am I a dog?
Cause I am from a cs fog.
Full of Irish mutts.
A forum for you
A dog, or two
I it’s not chicken smoothie
There’s not enough for me.
And I’ll get a flu!
Did you just say fire?
What happened to the tire?
Go save chicken smoothie!
Before it’s too late for me!
CS is my desire.
