Wildlife

“Dear Diary.
I think I’m going to try something
Different.
Maybe poetry can bring me joy
Maybe it will make something different
Maybe I can be like all of the sad artists,
I see them, In Canterlot,
They sit at the café’s
And they drink there coffee, and they are sad.
It what this kind has come too,
Ponies are terrible
Maybe I should learn more,
I guess this really isn’t a poem
Just spacing differently
On a page,
Like the sad ponies,
Maybe no one knows what to do.
Maybe we should point our hooves at ourselves for once.
Maybe I should go and get a walk,
Or air,
Or something .