Terry Hoffman Poems

Harambe, he enjoyed his life,
had nothing much to do.
He sat around and ate all day
in the Cincinnati Zoo.
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Give me a glass of real milk;
never mind that stuff called 'silk'.

I need the kind, tried and true;
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I am just a person
with the worst luck of all.
Now I'm going to take the time
and do some recall.
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Father Winter is departing;
Princess Spring is coming forth.
She's arriving from the south,
while he is going north.
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The cats' whiskers are amazing;
they do so many things.
A twitch or an extension
to our face a smile brings.
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Look, Mom, I got it!
It gave me some pause;
did not run,
did not fight,
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What is more a symbol of
the spirit of the west,
than a herd of wild mustangs
standing upon a crest?
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As soft as a length of silk,
caressed with a gentle hand.
Warm as a baby's breath
and the sun-drenched sand.
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I am who I want to be,
now that I have found
a special place within my head,
so I can be profound.
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Harley was my greatest friend;
he thought he was a cat.
A ninety pound Great Dane just can't
be described like that.
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