Twentieth Entry Zoo Animals Looking at Me

November 20, 2013

On one, hot Summer day, I went to the zoo; I went to the zoo.

And what did I see?  So many animals looking at me.

I’ve never seen so many unusual animals looking at me.

Why were they all looking at me?  So many animals looking at me.

There were creatures large and small; familiar and peculiar.

There were plump ones and skinny ones and medium size, too.

There were tall animals and short animals; each one so unique; every size and in between.

There were stripped ones and bright ones and even ones with poka dots.

Why were they all looking at me?  So many animals looking at me.

Have you ever heard of such a thing?  So many animals looking at me.

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About Prairie Garden Girl

I am a wife who is adored by my Sweet Perry. Together we are parents to five boys and grandparents to seven unique grands. Pa Perry and Oma Sue love instilling the love of learning in the hearts of Johannah, Joshua & Jaxon; Henry & Charlotte and Lily & Lane. I am a reader. I am an aspiring children's picture book writer. I am a creator who sews and paints with acrylics and watercolors and sketches with colored pencil. I am an educator to hundreds of students, throughout the years. I am a cyclist on a pink Marin Portofina, and a 5K jogger. Perry and I are organic gardeners and enjoy homesteading on the Illinois prairie. Life is a beautiful ride with my Sweet P. Together, Perry and I feel life is a journey filled with joy. We want to live our lives by leaving the world a better place.
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