National Poetry Month Day 12

This is another poem that I wrote in that poetry class a couple years ago.  This poem is about the hamster that I had at the time (I do not have a hamster anymore), her name was Flower and she was the sweetest little hamster.

My Hamster

First, I see her gray fur as she passes behind the bars of her cage,

suddenly she stops,

and puts her tiny paws up on the side of the cage,

she's looking at me,

I place my finger between two of the bars,

and she sniffs briefly,

before walking over to her wheel,

and running,

running like she is headed to some place far away,

even though she remains in the same place.