Poems · Poetry

Shapes

All the same
Yet different shapes
Some of us are brittle
Some of us break
Some of us are squished
Some of us are strong
Some of us sing in the trees
All day long
Some of us eat vegetables
Some of us eat mice
Some of us birth ten babies
Some of us only twice
Some have blue eyes
Others have eight
Some leave mothers early
Some leave late
Some enjoy our nests
Some like to escape
Yet we are all the same
Just in many different shapes.