This is a sonnet I wrote for English freshman year of high school. It's probably one of the few poems you'll see on here that rhymes. Most everything else will be free verse
Black, sleek and she sheds
Warm by the fire
Not on any of the beds
But has her heart's desire
Jumping over grass and river
Wet paws trotting far ahead
It is well-known that she would love some liver
And then curl up where she'd get fed
She loves food more than the universe
I think she'd probably eat wood
And her direction she may reverse
I'm sure she's up to no good
Chasing chipmunks up a tree
Running back to me with glee.
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