An Avine Sonnet
“The feathers of the queen are lush and pink,
Her quiet chirps break through the soft night air.
When seeing such grace, I am at tears’ brink;
The one to answer all of mankind’s prayer.
Kings even bow before such holiness,
Adored by every person young and old.
Her flying free you wouldn’t want to miss —
Wings spread, her body bathed in rays of gold.
Born too late to see all of Ancient Rome,
Born too soon to explore the universe,
Born just in time to see her on the throne
Borne of gems and rose quartz, correctly hers.
Long live Squidge, long may her great kingdom reign,
The bringer of joy, vanquisher of pain.”
A Feline Sonnet
“But Squidge is not the only queen around —
Adjacent to her is a feline face.
She certainly weighs more than just a pound,
While Squidge rules blue skies, she rules cyberspace.
Her purrs were heard, birds and nerds undeterred.
My mystified eyes widened, I don’t lie.
No words can outline even just a third
Of those majestic thighs; they reach the sky.
Serene is her stare, pudgy are her paws
Grey and white is her fur, lax is her gait.
With silky whiskers and those razor claws,
She cares not for the throes or whims of Fate.
May Mimi motivate the minds of men,
Her presence always felt through knoll and glen.”
A Porcine Sonnet
“Now our triumvirate is almost done,
One vacant spot is yet to be filled in.
Let’s introduce to you the final one —
Great Hubert, graceful as a violin.
Though he may be bathed in tomato sauce,
His endless hunger can’t be satisfied.
His rosy hide with fuzz akin to moss,
like alabaster cotton, still un-dyed,
Gives me a smile that lasts throughout the day.
This sonnet cannot capture Hubert’s soul
(For he is greater yet than words convey)
This portrait is quite incomplete, not whole.
Through strength and grit does Hubert rule this world,
with his cloak flying in the wind, unfurled.”