Jen's Poetry
Jen's Poetry
Some poetry created by my daughter when she was (much) younger...
Gray Gray is darkness
Gray is Gloom
Gray is the color of an
Empty roomGray is the clouds
of the midnight sky.
Gray is the underside of a bird flying by.
Gray is my shadow
Gray is my sadnessBut it never will be my gladness
Gray sounds like
the moaning of the wind on a ride.
Gray looks like the stain on my side.Gray can't be happy
It will always be sad.
It is not good, or neither bad.
Jennifer - 1997
The Jaguar I creep around
I crawl around
All around my hunting groundI know my prey is very near
Over a broken log I peer
There's my prey
Haroo! Haray!I creep by it
I crawl by it
I climb trees ten feet tall by itPounce it's running
Ohh! I'm so cunning
Thudd, there's my dinner
Large so I won't get thinner.I creeped around
I crawled around
All around my hunting ground.
Jennifer - 1997
Wolf Yellow eyes aglow in the dark moonless night.
Soundless feet padding upon leafy ground.A sleek gray figure
dances in the shadows.The wolf
feared loved and protected
howls into the Misty Night.
Jennifer - 1998
Poetry is Copyright © 1997-1998 by Jennifer Comstock. All rights reserved.