A/N:I notice a lot of people have been writing stories on here about how pokemon feel about being captured and it absolutely breaks my heart to hear them say that it's slavery, because I don't feel that way at all. Here is a small poem for my trainer and her pokemon.
Pokémon are the way of this world
If you have some, people look up to you and respect you
but if you have none, people think you're weak
That makes me want to shriek
My Pokemon and I make a great team
We work together to make each other happy
This isn't too sappy
I love to see them every day
Love to watch them play
When they get hurt I treat their wounds with love and care,
Making sure they know I am there and I care
When we win battles I am absolutely thrilled
Because my friends have come a long way
Some may find them to be tools
Others may call us fools
But I believe that pokemon are my friends and equals
I am ready to do anything for my friends, human or pokemon
If it weren't for my dearest companion, the first one I found
I may have never stuck around
Just because they aren't human doesn't mean that they can't feel
They are my friends and our bond is real
No one can take that away from us
You are all reliant on me to survive
It's a scary feeling to hold so much power
In fact, it makes me cower
When I see those who mistreat their Pokémon, I am appalled.
When they say Pokémon are weapons and not friends, I am horrified
You have always been there for me, my friends
Thank you so much, my Pokémon