A Poem Called Why
We ask why we assume we know the answers
A Poem Called Why
Why do cats kill the birds in flight?
Their instincts drive them, a hunter’s delight.
Why do dogs bite when they feel afraid?
Protecting their loved ones; it’s how they’re made.
Why don’t fish lead tricks in a game?
They swim in the depths, untouched by fame.
Why are men predictable, like a book?
In every chapter, their stories are cooked.
Why do women seem like fools at times?
They follow their hearts, dancing to rhymes.
Why do hearts break so easily, so fast?
They love deeply, then shatter like glass.
In this simple truth, we find our way,
Life’s tangled threads weave night and day.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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'Why?' is a viable question to ask at any age. This is a great poem of Why questions. Kids would get a kick out of some of these.