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Details | Quatrain | |

What's In The Urn

           What’s In The Urn

Strangers offered me to join them in a drink
I met them on a mountain edge while skiing
They seemed like friendly normal people then
So what could happen in a simple cabin?

Finding that which is not there or vanquished
What is there that cannot be perceived?
Placed upon the mantel piece are ashes in the cabin
Brass vase, a receptacle for lost souls sits in repose

A death vase to glare at over cognac
By the sober flames cast by
A fire place glow observed in action
Liquid spirits pour out their poison

In the cozy living room inside the cabin
Drinks alone cannot remove this feeling of distraction
The urn is piercing through my soul
People belong in cemeteries you know

With all due respect for the dead
Scatter them at sea when they‘re deceased
Not paraded around in gloom to cause unease
Or as a center piece for living rooms 

I’m not relieved to find it is a lizard on the shelf
To be exact, an exotic iguana family friend entombed 
And to assume that fact makes this matter optimal 
I beg to differ on that point and voice my opinion later

There must be a plot of ground outside 
Or toilet somewhere to flush it down
But better left unsaid, as they are bereaved about the death
And I am their invited guest

Iguana tried consuming the family’s cat
Another favorite  pet
It is surmise, that’s how it met its end
Ended up expired inside the urn
                                                                              
The receptacle was there and going nowhere on its own
I swear it follows me from room to room
By embers glow and ash, shadowing my every move
A brass smile casting off the urn, leaving me concerned 

I could not take my leave
The container followed me
So I waited, fixated on the thing
Is it coming back to life to eat more bugs or me?

Finding that which is not there
Is easier in the dark                                                                                     
Rising to the occasion of the day that breaks
I must escape the premises to continue skiing 

Into the frozen world outside I fly
With no discernible signs or paths to lead or learn
I get away, no time to say good-byes or find my way
Never again will I say; what’s in the urn


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My Puppy

My puppy sure loves to lick me
He thinks I’m a lollypop.
Every time I get home he attacks me
Then kisses me nonstop.

You’d think I was gone forever
When I just left the house for the mail,
He is right at the door when I get back
With a rapidly wiggling tail.

He wants to eat everything I do,
Mom says, that’s not good for a dog.
We want to keep him fit and healthy
So daily we go for a jog.

My toys are all tattered and ragged
My socks are his ultimate aim,
Doesn’t matter how much it upsets us
He thinks it’s all some kind of game.

I know he’s a bit of a stinker
That always wants to be fed.
But I sure am in love with my puppy,
Every night when we cuddle in bed.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
2012


Details | Alliteration | |

Cat

Lounging licking leaping
Prancing pouncing peeking
Corners closets crouching
Tail twirling twitching
Sniffing sensing sneezing
Hissing huffing hunting
Pretty purring preening
Curiosity kitty killing
Nine long lives living


Details | Narrative | |

A Mouse in the House

A most unfortunate event
has occurred at our house.
It's embarrassing to admit,
We have a resident mouse.

The elusive little devil
has avoided every trap.
Though set in various places,
we've yet to hear a snap.

We have a playful tomcat
who loves his toy mouse,
carries it clutched in his teeth 
to flip, toss and pounce.

Unfortunately, he performs
the same with a live one.
I'm urging, "Get it, kill it,"
he's too busy having fun.

Again and again he turns
it loose, enjoying the chase.
The mouse runs for his life,
hopeful of winning the race.

The crafty little victim
eludes the slothful brute,
scuttles down a heat vent, 
leaves Tom to other pursuits.

Whereupon he saunters around,
searching for his toy mouse.
We're left with a useless cat
and a mouse in the house.









Details | Rhyme | |

Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But, there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he ‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one night,
Bob quietly passed away.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the grave, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then turned and licked her face.

She smiled.  “I had a dog when I was young….
a good one too.  His name was Pal.”


Details | ABC | |

Kids Love For Animals

       Kids Love For Animals ( Poem )

Children’s favorite shows are of animals
I have hours in a playlist that are laughable
Like a camera pecking rooster and fun monkeys
To a mom and a baby miniature donkeys

Videos of wild turkeys and charming geese
Ducks in water and chicks learning to speak
Dazzling ostrich and many free birds
Some you would not want to move towards

A large unique animal is the alligator
The total opposite of the caterpillar
Camels and alpacas are tall and exquisite
But they spit at you when you try to visit

There are also hornpout and catfish videos
and a painted box turtle that is really slow
Beautiful miniature horses and elegant ponies
Border collies herding sheep to earn their trophies

Little kids pig scramble is stunning to see
and a little fawn as precious as can be
Cow’s hair that needs braiding is fascinating
With the most assortment you’ve ever seen

Come to my view with me youtube channel
If the kids are being hard to handle
Just start it up and walk away
To get your housework done for the day

By : Doris Anne Beaulieu
At :  https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLWSq_PMWxD9q2V0UVqzX50Y6Y2pDaKISv


Details | Ninette | |

Everyone Loves The Dog

Dogs, loyal to a fault; caring greatly for their family. Everyone loves the furry, friendly dog.


Details | Rhyme | |

Chihuahua - Part IV

I've loved Agnes ever since the day that I got her.
She's the closest thing that I have to a daughter.
Since 1990, she's the only female dog that I've had.
When my former female dog died, it was very sad.

I named her after Mom and that makes her special indeed.
Agnes is a full stock Chihuahua dog, that is her breed.
She's special and unique, there can never be another.
Because she's named Agnes, it's like having a small part of my mother.

(Dedicated to Agnes, my Chihuahua dog.)


Details | Verse | |

Tiger Tableau

     Tiger Tableau

Six shots rang out loud
Woke the jungle calm
My trained tiger hit
Landed on me hard
Good thing I am fat
We both could have died


10/16/14  Earl Schumacker -  DESIGN YOUR TABLEAU – Poetry Contest
“You become responsible forever for what you've tamed.”


Details | Sonnet | |

Cat

It is the laziest of all creatures, 
It could eat and eat filet all the day long. 
Investigative eyes is a feature, 
And it will sing to you its forlorn song. 

It will avoid you like the plague by day, 
Skulking, running, bounding, from room to room. 
By night it searches through the halls for its prey, 
The hunted will meet its impending doom. 

The whisper of whiskers against the door, 
Tip-toe, pitter-patter, sneakily creeps. 
All at once bounding across the floor, 
Whoosh goes the paw across the mouse hole deep.  

“Drat!” says the cat, missed the mark once again, 
Once more the mouse hunt will have to begin.


Details | Rhyme | |

Leap of Faith

Not long after The Beginning,
There were Animals and there was Man.
A great chasm lay between, that legend said
Only a Leap of Faith could span.
 
Animals seemed happy on their side;
For, after all, such a leap could not be done
“Make the best it,” they all said;
All, that is, but one.
 
There stood Dog, alone upon the brink,
The distant Man’s reflection shining in his eyes;
Something was robbing Dog of peace;
Something was urging him to try.
 
Compelled, he stood and stared,
Nothing could distract his gaze.
Now and then, Horse would come;
Each time, the same old words to say.
 
“I understand.  I really do.
I admit it.  I’ve thought about it too;
But it’s too far for me to jump,
It’s certainly too far for you”.
 
One day, as Horse spoke his words,
Cat rudely interrupted with a sneer.
“Go ahead and try.  You’ll break your silly neck.
You can’t go there.  Your place is here”.
 
More resolute now, his vigil became duty;
Still, he often wondered, “Why?”
But something deep inside kept saying,
“You must.  You must.  It’s do…or die”. 
 
Then, one day, he turned and walked away.
Oh, yes, he’d need a running start.
He knew now, he had the Will;
But only a Leap of Faith could prove his Heart.

Just before he made his Leap of Faith,
Dog saw the loneliness in Man’s eyes.
“He needs a friend, someone to help 
And always stand right by”.
 
With those unselfish thoughts,
Dog had reason, he felt whole.
And well he should, for at that very moment,
God granted Dog a Soul!
 
But Souls don’t come so easy,
And his leap was short that day.
If Dog was to make a Leap of Faith,
Man would have the final say.
 
Dog’s faith was truly tested, front paws upon the edge.
He hoped  Man’s eyes hadn’t lied. 
Then Man’s Heart swelled and touched his Soul.
He helped Dog up and placed him proudly at his side.
 
Oh, so jealous was Cat I’m told;
His eyes turned green that day.
“Oh, you are an heroic mutt; 
A friend of Man, you say?
I’ll make that leap by myself.
You can bet, I’ll find a way”.
 
So, Dog had made the Leap of Faith.
He and Man became Best Friends.
So it shall be, for all eternity;
That is to say, until the Very End.
 


Details | Ode | |

From the Shepherd to His Flock: a Parody of Lord Byron's ''She walks in beauty''

THEY graze in beauty on the land
     of grassy glades and dewy dales,
and all that's best of dark and tanned
     meets in their aspect and their tails;
thus mellowed to that tender hand
     which Shepherd to gentle glen compels.

One fleece the more, one hair the less,
     had half repaired the shearless grace
which wreathes in every woolen tress
     or darkly tightens o'er their face,
where mouths serenely sweet express
     how pure, how dear their grazing-place.

And on that rump and o'er that round
     so strong, so firm, yet elegant,
the baas that win, the hooves that bound,
     but tell of days in meadows spent—
a flock at peace with all around,
     a drove whose milk is innocent.


01/26/2014, "First Poem On Soup" Contest







Details | Rhyme | |

My dog Bear

My Dog Bear

Let me tell you about our Bear
He’s a great big, clumsy beast
He’s got to be one hundred pound
That’s at the very least

Now he’s a crazy Rottweiler 
He’s supposed to be pretty mean
Yet really he’s a great big softie
Aggression I’ve never seen

Our Bear is such a blessed wimp
One day while we were out
He nearly had me fly above him
As he dragged me all about

There was some thunder in the sky
That sure did frighten him
Next think he’s got me almost flying
As I’m hanging on like grim

He stopped at last, I was a mess
All bruised and bleeding some
And me I was so very angry
That he had been so dumb

He looked at me with big sad eyes
Then all that I could do
Was give him a stroke, and a gentle pat
But I’m a softie too.





Details | Light Poetry | |

Ode to My Chickens

Three of my chickens are dead and they have left a hole in my heart,
I want to mark their passing, prove that they were alive and very much loved by me,
They were real, breathing and full of life from the start,
Oh they made me laugh, so hilarious and quirky; such fun hidden away on our allotment, 
They did no great deeds, were not famous and hardly anyone knew they were there,
Alert and trusting, they followed my steps, looked at me with their heads to one side, wondering and seeing,
They slept in my arms and closed their tiny eyes when I stroked under their beaks,
Laid eggs and loved wholemeal bread, sometimes combining the two in to a healthy treat in their run, pecking and pinching whatever they could, 
Stood on my spade when I was trying to dig, and ate the biggest worms I ever did see,
Had me running in circles to catch them, jumped out of the hutch when I thought I’d put them in,
Kicked over their food tin so I’d give them more and always hid in the shed,
Rearranged their sleeping compartments when I had just cleaned them out, kicking the neat straw all over,
Ate all of my winter cabbages and nibbled at my sprouts, sat on the compost heap and looked around, Queens of the allotment!
Were brave in the face of danger, survived against the odds,
When poorly, they slept cozily in my basement, and understood when it was time to die,
They may have only been chickens to most, but to me they were my friends,
Always pleased to see me, they needed me, and greeted me loudly every day,
Three lives have been taken, but I will not forget them,
I will look back and smile, and talk kindly of Muriel, Edith and Ethel,
For they were the three hens that taught me that all life is precious, no matter how unnoticeable and small. 


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My Buddy

I miss you already, Buddy.
You’ve been the apple of my eye.
When I think of life without you,
It makes me cry. It makes me cry.

Oh, so many moments we've shared together,
From romping mischief and tummy rubs to those pesky fleas;
And nothing’s better than my puppy’s kiss;
You always try your very best to please.

You always curl up with me on the bed.
You always meet me at the door.
You run and jump and bark with such excitement.
Yes, Buddy, I know you couldn’t love me more.

And when all others fail me, Buddy,
My best friend is always there.
Through my very worst of times,
Your eyes and your attention said,  “I care”.

Five to seven years for every one of mine
Is so little time... it’s hardly fair.
It must be God’s way of saying,
“Love them now… and well.  
There’s precious little time to spare”.

But, if I should go before you, Buddy,
Love your new master without reserve;
And they will love you as you love them. 
It’s what a great pup like you deserves.  

I miss you already, Buddy.
You’ve been the apple of my eye. 


Details | Epitaph | |

Silly Epitaph 16

In loving memory of Jones,
The best duck I've known.
My pet and friend since I was four.
For a bird, he was dear;
I wish he was here
So that he and I could do more.


Details | Ode | |

Timeless

Over the hillsides, together we burned space and time
Galloping with the wind...
Clouds took me by the hand,
Wind took you by the mane
Nothing outside our world could rival this perfect blend
Of motion, devotion, the sunshine and scented rain
I would close my eyes, and trust in the rhythm's rise
O' beautiful creature, your movements touched the very sky
Every stride, would sweep me to another world
Unfurled so far from all my childhood fears
As runaway dreamers, 
we sprinted into the future of timeless memory
and heard the infinite past at the heels of your enchanted hoof
Where ancestors once felt this very connection
At one with nature, a blending of what is blessed

In the deep evening light of the first early, wintery chill,
as a comet that shoots through the eye of an in-coming storm 
We were crystals, encased in a layer of ice and love
Just a trace of a moon, that sailed between the soft, leaden clouds
In the thrill of the cold, with the glorious snowflakes falling,
and the sight of your warm breath streaming,
there was white drifting smoke, in caress of the moonlight beaming

Indented, undefined, is a trail left behind
Such a moment is proof.... in all legends divine
That when snow falls around the hills, at the end of the day,
Nothing can erase that we passed this way
We were the messengers...that rode with the wind
That the hearts of species as wide as the universe
With spirits connecting two souls as one
Hearts can beat as one....drawn together, like poetic and timeless music
I am part of you....and you are part of me
And that both hearts can feel the same remorse when day is done



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In memory of "Queenie".... an amazing Sorrel Quarterhorse, 
who was born, at home, in our barn, and lived for 32 years

For the Contest: "PETS", sponsored by Shadow Hamilton 11/13/14


Details | Elegy | |

Sundancer

To look at her, you would never have known; to you, she would have been an ordinary dog But now, she's gone. She was my friend, my sun, and more. She chased the squirrels, a few raccoons and clouds of heartache from our door New snow against her nose and paws she bore, Now covers, gently, who was my sun or more. Had you been there from the first, had you taken just a glance, As unknown neighbors through a fence, you would never have noticed her, her coat shabby, and her eyes bright...; to you she would have been just an ordinary dog. Sure, now you know, now it's obvious, what with the light of the sun streaming through the windows of a smile, the mischief of child following in her wake and the ordinary day every blessed day she would waken all the world and world would have shaken loose a smile New snow against her nose and paws she bore, She now lies covered, who was my sun or more.
_____________________________________________________ 11/14/13 Elegy Contest Sponsored By Broken Wings


Details | Free verse | |

Dogs are Fun For children

Jump sniff chew scratch
dogs loved to be stroked on their backs
Run pant stretch bark
dogs love playing ball in the park
Digging holes with their clawed nails
Long ears and wagging tails
I love dogs
they are such fun
throw a stick and watch
them run.



Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.


Details | Hybronnet | |

kittens sleeping


     Two kittens sleep
     aside as I write purring
     each in a moccasin 


Details | ABC | |

Vito the Kitten

There could be no other name for a Kitten like this one .
He is Brave , his black , silky hair , Vito has won suitors marking his claws .
This tiny little Cat , very soon all kittens on this street,  will be kissing his paws .

for he earned his name Vito , the Kitty Godfather you know.
with whispers from other Cats "There He is " There he goes "
His Tail wavy like a dog he strides. Tall but yet low.

Vito is a tiny proud cat and likes his pasta made a special way
I make a red sauce , but it is the white clam he craves 
He picks his claws fine , then with a full belly he plays 

Vito with eyes of the finest blue and green , that will stare at you when you sleep. 
It has been said by some female cats , do think he will go out with me some day ?
A Fine cat and kittens he will make ~meow meow, says a jealous girl kitten , no way !

Vito loves to play on the wood floors at night , he runs fast , 
he is not silent ..he is the young Godfather , Vito has earned the right.

Vito , the tiny kitten , Vito the young cat ,
Vito keeps our blocks free from any nasty rat.

No ..a Rat will not confront Our Vito at all 
He will be pushed aside and evicted with one lift of his paw 

One thing this kitten has that makes him so unique ...
He his adored by this owners . He is happy , and warm , safe in our sheets !


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Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | Elegy | |

Little Girls Heidi

This day we free you from pain
Soulful companionship you gave.
Eyes of love looked over my disdain.
Tail of happiness wagged with rave.

Dalmatian your breed, with a loving creed,
Named, Heidi, in youth with innocent face,
Growing beautifully as a spotted breed,
You gave us love, we could never replace.

Mourn thee for a while, and then moved by style.
You loved me, now thee is free.
I have no denial, thou has heavenly compile.
We shall love thee, beyond eternity.


date 11-07-2013


Details | Free verse | |

Goldie

Goldie, my peculiar but beloved cat,
has certain affectations --
she prefers, most times, her own society
and shuns her housemates.
But, sometimes, she cuddles
or will join the others
to laze around -- in the living room,
the dining room, a hallway, or
in the kitchen.
An inside cat who, early on,
suffered the indignity of
"the operation,"
she asserts her independence
by darting into the front yard
when a door is opened --
and she pointedly ignores
any calls or pleas to come inside.
But when the door shuts
and no one is around, she is fearful,
immediately climbing up into the ash tree.
And there she stays
until I come to coax her down.
She may climb high up
and, finally, shakily manage
a descent to allow me to pick her up
and carry her back inside.
She never leaves the yard
but does enjoy ignoring me
when I am in a hurry.
She will dart about and run
from one side of the yard to the other.
For her, it's only an infrequent game.
And, as my treasured pet,
she certainly deserves to play
while testing the limit
of my affectionate, chagrined
commitment.


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The escape

The Escape.

Two field mice took a walk one day
Then feeling tired, they'd walked a ways
They thought they'd stop and rest a while
For home was further on some miles.

Then they heard the pad of old Toms paws
Which spooked them quite a bit I'm sure
As the cat purred loudly to see the mice
And thought "a meal it would be nice!"

Their whiskers quivered nervously
As, our two mice made haste to flee
So off they scampered for their lives
As old Tom cat for them did strive

That old cat looked he, high and low
And where they were he didn't know
As the two they trembled neath a bush
They could almost touch that mean old puss.

Then Tom gave up and skulked away
And the two mice lived another day
And their lungs filled up with gratitude
They'd foiled that old tom cat, so rude.

Peace, Socrares Dec 2 2003


Details | Rhyme | |

My Dog and Me

                                    Lord help me to be
                                    the person my dog
                                    thinks I am


Details | Rhyme | |

Circle of Life - A Pet Story

It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
   his untimely end.

He mourned his loss every day
And looked for Shadrack everywhere.
He’d mew and moan as if to say,
“We were friends.  I do care.”

Then one night, an eerie howl
Awoke me from my sleep.
He’d found Shad’s toys and left no doubt
That his feelings did run deep.

So our tedious search began
To find another likely pup;
But while my poor wife still grieved,
Could another measure up?


We went to Second Chance and Free to Live.
She just could not make up her mind.
She loved them all; but, if she picked just one,
The rest would have to stay behind.

Then, quite by chance, there was a “pound pup”
Who’d been picked up from the streets.
He was a mutt, a “schnauza-pug”;
But he was awfully sweet.

He jumped up and kissed her frantically.
He seemed aware of his “iffy” situation.
He made the best of his opportunity.
Tears of joy told her elation.

“This is the one”, she smiled through tears,
As she held him oh, so tight.
“I’m sure that Jorg will like him too.
Everything will be alright”.

And so it was, until one day
When old Jorg did pass away…

There was no hesitation on this sad occasion;
Come Saturday morning, we went straight 
   to the pound,
Open minded and hoping to be “saviors”,
Surely a nice cat was to be found.

“Sadly”, the lady said,” three kitties have only today.
There’s Andre and Panda and another one too”.
My wife smiled and said, “Jorg was your boy.  You pick.
They’re both beautiful cats.  It’s up to you”.

As I pondered this commitment
Another cat, a young one, caught my eye.
Like Jorg, he was a common gray tabby.
Fond memories were stirred.  I almost cried.

On closer look, his name was Boris;
And, strangely, he was number three.
There was a small sign on his crate,
“I don’t like other cats and other cats don’t like me”.

But there was character in his eyes and he was cute.
He was rolling and purring and stretching.
He seemed to look deep into my heart
And did his best to be quite fetching.

But because he was just a common gray tabby,
And because of the little sign,
His chances were slim, his future quite dim
And one day is precious little time.

For a moment I was lost in his eyes
And I heard his desperate plea, 
“I’m a swell cat and litter box trained.
Take me.  Please, take me”.

“Well”, my wife urged, “is it Andre or Panda”?
“One of us will take the other kitty.”, two older ladies chimed.
“You can each have one ladies”, I said with a smile.
I want Boris and he wants to be mine”.

In just hours he was romping and rolling with Pepper,
Who had happily welcomed his new friend.
Boris was a perfect fit, an affirmation;
The Circle of Life never ends.

Much more Joy than Sadness in this Circle,
And there should never be regrets.
Honor their memories and all the love they share,
Never break the Circle, never be without a Pet.


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The Trolls Come Out At Night

Some cat entered my room one night I thought it was a ghost It smelled like something had just died But I must oblige my guest as the host I turned on the light and there it was An obnoxious opossum at best! Whoa! Forget my host duties, cous! Take the room—I’m an unhappy guest! I left the house with a shutter Before I realized I was heavily surrounded By cats on all sides, up and under The house they had all just rounded! In truth I was perturbed on all levels That I began to realize in horror That damn opossum had spawned these little devils! And tonight I must end this terror! I then ran straight to the kitchen Aware of the opossum inside If I give up the tuna and ditch um’ Perhaps I’ll escape this night alive The persistent cats scratched at the holes Those buggers—those meddlers! They could have been thieves—if not trolls! Their yowls would scare sumo wrestlers! Worst of all in this dilemma Tomorrow was grocery day There were no more cans of tuna All my fish had swam away! Somehow one got in And the rest came barreling through I ran toward my room to him The opossum looked so distressed and blue The little beady eyes pierced my soul And I knew from then on he was my friend He only meant to hide from the furry little trolls And escape a most pitiful end! I made up my mind at last And picked up my trusty broom Come on in—I dare yah tah pass! Ain’t no feline coming through this room! Glowing eyes burned with intent And the yowling grew loud as hell The little bullies think they can take my guest! They’ll fly like birds they will! That night was a battle like none other A battle I will proudly say I won I gained the friend of my life—a brother My pet’s a load of fun! As much as I love a neighbor cat They are a little scary as a race Thankfully a broom will push them back And put them in their place My opossum is a sweet little thing And I protect him with my life I’ll never judge a critter again Till actions bring it to light


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Two's Magic Nose

Such a nose had Ol’ Blue.
Best in south Missouri... everybody knew.
Could smell a pheasant across the plain.
Could point a covey in a hurricane.
That’s the way the legend goes.
Ol’ Blue had a “magic nose.”
 
As Blue got older, his master’s mind would drift away
To a place where he and young Blue used to play. 
In the mornings, sitting over his coffee cup
He found it sad there were no pups.
He thought it would be such a shame
If the only memory was Ol’ Blue’s name.
 
So, Jim was compelled and full of pride;
He made a search, far and wide,
To find Ol’ Blue a suitable mate.
No doubt, his offspring would be great.
It seemed likely, he supposed,
At least one pup would have his “magic nose.”
 
She was a Champion Miss from New Orleans,
A beautiful “red” named Cajun Queen.
But Blue suddenly passed away, before the pups were born.
Jim was broken hearted.  He and “Queenie” mourned.
Then came the litter, but there was only one.
Jim struggled for hope; after all, he was Ol’ Blue’s son.
 
Dappled and lanky, a handsome little cuss,
He looked just like Blue.  Jim made such a fuss.
Naming this pup would require no ado.
It was obvious.  Officially, he would be “Blue Two.”
Oh yes, these were mighty large tracks to fill.
“Can he?”, folks asked.  Jim would say, “Heck yes he will!”

So his nickname became “Two” and he seemed to be smart.
Soon it was time for his training to start.
The basics went well, but Jim’s outlook grew very dim
When, instead of pointing, Two would wag and jump and bark at him.
Oh, Two seemed to be trying; but try as he might,
He just could not seem to ever get it right.

“Blue’s son or not, he’s got to go!”
Jim found Two a “pet home” far away, in Tupelo.
On his way back, he stopped in Texarkana.
Been too long a time since he’d seen his sister Hannah.
Six days and six pounds later, he was back on his way.
Work at the farm was callin’ and he’d be drivin’ all day.
 
He thought about Ol’ Blue and wondered if and when
He’d ever have a birddog as good as Blue again.
Oh, he knew another “magic nose” was just a far off dream;
After all, it wasn’t something any man could scheme.
A “magic nose” was a gift from God, only given to a few;
And he was proud and very lucky just to have known Ol’ Blue.
 
As he turned into his drive, he broke into a smile.
“Why… I can’t believe it!  It…It must be 300 miles!”
Two was on the porch, thin and dirty; but he struck a handsome pose.
Jim ran and hugged Two hard.  “How’d you get back?  Lord only knows!”
Suddenly Jim realized; and struck with awe, he slowly rose.
A tear trickled to his smile.  “Why Two… you have a “magic nose!”
 
Two and Jim are best of friends, together everywhere.
From milkin’ cows to bedtime, Two is always there.
Jim doesn’t hunt much anymore, now Two’s a rescue dog.
Just last month, he saved a little girl lost in Cooley’s Bog.
Jim struts and tells proud, heroic stories;
While Two wags and jumps and barks, and shares his glory.
 
Jim boasts, “Like father, like son!”, then speaks fondly of Blue;
But all know the largest tracks to fill are those of Two.
His deeds are known far and wide,
And fill Jim’s heart with love and pride.
For with every rescue, the legend grows;
About a dog named Two, and his “magic nose.”


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Walter

He stood and aimlessly watched the parade of patrons and volunteers that wandered daily past his kennel.  All so familiar, so ordinary.  Just like every other day he mused.  Nothing new.  Nothing special.

Moving to the small crumpled blanket near the back of his cage, he turned several times and finally curled up, head on his paws, positioned so that he could watch the activity around him.  But in reality, he was bored.  It had been a long time since he had met each morning with anticipation.  Too many days.   Too much disappointment.  He would leave all that barking and racing to the front of  their cage to the younger pups who hadn’t figured out yet that the cute ones went first.  It didn’t really make any difference what you did to attract attention if you weren’t young or cute, or both.

Too much time had gone by to participate in the charade.  In reality, Walter had seen a lot of people that he would rather not spend a lot of time with.  You know the type.  Kind of hyper, bouncing from stray to stray, looking for a perfect dog.  Kids poking their fingers  through the kennel screen or banging on it.  Some even making barking sounds.  He didn’t need any of that and was glad when they were gone.

Walter was very picky.  Set in his ways after so many years.  He had had it good for  a long time.  An only dog in a household of two people that let him be himself.  No tricks. No stunts.  Just long naps and daily walks.  A yard to himself to reflect on what was for dinner.  He had been fond of his doggy bed in their bedroom.  Each night he would help his owner walk through the house turning off the lights and checking the doors before they climbed the stairs together.  And there was always one last good night pat before settling down.

But those days were gone now.  First one had become ill and went to the hospital and never came back.  The other one changed overnight, spending long days, sitting mostly.  The walks became less frequent.  Walter did what he could.   He could see it in their eyes that they were hurting from their loss. He would make a point of laying his head in their lap, trying to let them know that he missed them too.  At times like this, he instinctively knew that although it remained unsaid, they only had each other.

He remembers well the day that his owner snapped a leash on him and said, “well Walter, I’m afraid we have to say goodbye.  I have to go to a place where they won’t let me keep you, so I am going to have to let you go.”  Walter could see the tears in his eyes.  He knew it would do him no good to whine or resist.  It was obvious there were no alternatives.  And besides, it would just make it harder on his owner.  But he was going to miss him.  It was not going to be easy to adjust.

But adjust he did.   He had been here a long time now and had seen countless pups and dogs  trot past his cage with light hearts and  new owners, heading off with new found hopes and expectations.  But it soon became obvious that there weren’t a lot of people that wanted an old yellow hound.  Everyone wanted the young ones.  So here he lay, dozing a bit, but still keeping an eye on those walking by, many giving him but a glance before moving on.

He heard them before the saw them.  ”Honey” the voice said.  ”That looks like Walter, old Mr. Whitney’s dog.”  Walters ears perked up a little.  ”Do I know them” he thought.  ”They seem to know me”.  I’d better go take a closer look” and with that, he stood and slowly ambled toward his kennel gate, giving a cautious wag of his tail.

“It is him” the man said.  ”Walter, how you doing boy?  Do you remember me?”

And upon closer inspection, Walter did remember him.  He used to live right across the street.  He would see him in his yard and if Walter were to ramble over, he usually had a dog treat in his pocket.  With the recognition, Walter gave a little stronger wag and moved toward the fingers extended through the fencing.  It was good to see an old friend.

“What do you say hon” the man said.  ”How would you feel about bringing Walter home with us?”

Walter looked at the woman and saw her nod in agreement.  ”You wait here and I’ll go find a volunteer.”

The man bent down and said “What do you think Walter?  Would you like to go home with us?”

Actually, Walter decided, he could think of nothing he would like more.  A chance to go back to the old neighborhood with people he already knew.  What was there not to like.

Soon the woman returned and the gate opened.  A leash was snapped on Walter and together they proceeded past the rows of dogs and puppies, all vying for their attention.  Walter couldn't help but stand a little straighter, stepping a little more lightly, showing off.  ”This is what going home looks like guys.” he thought.  ”Good luck and goodbye”.

As they neared the car the man said “I can’t believe we found you Walter.  There is someone I am going to take you to see.  I can’t wait to see the expression on his face when you walk in his room>”

Walter, of course, knew exactly who he was talking about.  And he couldn't wait to see the expression on his face either.


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Dragons on the Ark

Now Noah and his fam'ly stood
Beside an ark of gopher wood
The'd builded for a century
And all the creatures (not a few)
Began to come in pairs of two
And slowly made their entry

A pair of fiery dragons came
And Noah had to keep them tame
To keep the fire in
But once a day they came unglued
So Noah's wife, she cooked their food
In pans of hammered tin

Now here's a thing that's really neat
These dragons slept at Noah's feet
All through those rainy catfights
When Noah donned his socks of brown
And went to shush the critters down
He took his pair of nightlights!


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Haiku 3 - frightened toddler, playful puppy, sniffing dog

wobbly legs misstep
toddler tumbles to the floor
screaming with fright

playful puppy
spinning round and round
trying to catch its tail

dog sniffing the grass
searching for the perfect spot
to have a poop


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Cat's Eyes

glowing emeralds
pierce the blackness of night
rare gems to behold


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House Cats

How varied in color they are
One after another, a palette
Under house cat code
Some will stay true to their species others get spoiled
Everyone has their own individuality.

Cats never slow down
Are hyperactive comets, ricocheting
Throughout a house
Settling down is forgotten completely.


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dog haiku




dog breaks wind in sleep awakens and sniffs the air then bolts from the room
dedicated to dogs and dog lovers (the funny side)


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Little Lad and Big Dog



LITTLE LAD AND BIG DOG

Little lad and big dog I saw
What a pair walking in the meadow

Excitement shows on their faces
As they ran in every places

Best friend forever never be apart
Loyalty and love keeps in their heart

Little lad take care of this fine beauty
A big dog is jumping and very happy

A perfect pair to see and to behold
Welcome to their own colorful world



June 21, 2013
For Seren’s “Little Lad and Big Dog” Contest


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The Finches

They're singing. They are.
The finches. They sing beauty.
That tree is their house.
How charming! Birds, music, tree.
And the sun, friendly, like them.

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Tanka Contest 3rd place
Contest Judged:  4/27/2014
Sponsored by: Amy Green


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Sonnet Chiweenie Boo

Your dad, a Dachshund once stuck in Chihuahua.
The best of both in you, with that expectant
Confusing carpets for the lawn enigma.
I know….the raining….getting wet….you can’t.

As coldness chills the room, a sheet for you.
The perfect tucking of in, but you moved!
I ponder, just how crazy is my Boo?
The sheet’s thread count too low to be approved?

Your dance in circles, spinning on the floor.
Rewards and treasures known upon the racks.
Induced by meals and that one pantry door.   
In such a fury, choking on the snacks.

I know what God’s book says, I’ve searched it whole.
But still, I hope you have a little soul.

11.14.14


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The Ibis episode

The Ibis Episode

Today I walked into my garden
To give our dog attention
{Now he’s a dog so big and strong
I guess this I should mention}
And then my eyes, rested upon
This bird, a sacred Ibis
Which made me worry quite a bit
Cause my pond was filled with fish.

This big birds strutted round the place
He could not seem to fly
But I knew that if my Boy caught him
The poor bird well might die
So I was in a quandary
As to what I well might do
So I put the dog into the house
So I could think thing s through

I walked up to the mulberry tree
{He was perched upon a limb}
And I really got quite close to him
And softly spoke to him
He didn’t seem to mind at all
But then, he flew away
It seems he wasn’t hurt at all
Which really made my day.











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Trying to teach a dog tricks

A fellow got into a
fix
Trying to teach his
dog some new tricks
His canine named
Rover
Refused to roll over
And seemed totally
blind to thrown
sticks


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Long Rest - Contest - see Requiescat by Briton Riviere

Long Rest

(Contest entry)
(Requiescat by Briton Rivière)

Oh master why's your rest so long
     Command and I'll obey
You lay there post your victory
     And at your side I'll stay

I seen them lift you from the field
     Of combat when you fell
My Knight you lay there peacefully
     Their treatment did you well

The soldiers armed from war they lay
     Your sword apon your chest
The peasants come and you they saw
     Completely battle dressed

Their eyes were filled with tears but I
     Attention will hold true
For my commander I will yield
     Respect that he is due

No movement yet, but I will wait
     Beside this makeshift bed
Until the moment you arise
     To pat me on my head

I brace my paws my noble lord
     In hope that I'll prevail
My pride it becons me stand tall
     Instead my hind legs fail

Oh master why's your rest so long
     Command and I'll obey
You lay there post your victory
     And at your side I'll stay


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Pets

They are forever there every time you walk through the door
For without them life is so bare giving back so much more
They are not there to judge only seeking to please
Never holding a grudge as only your goodness he sees 

So faithful and loyal and always by your side
Often we tend to spoil as to me this certainly applied
Taking away our stress in their own loving way
So even when they make a mess well what can you say

A companion, a friend, who never let you down
Our self esteem they mend as around them we rarely frown
But if we do as may sometimes be the case
In there knowing of you they can easily read your face

Extending a paw and then laying by your side
Not knowing what you saw but knowing that you cried
And as he looks up at you, you almost have to think
He's saying I'm here with you completed with a wink

For Tiger


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Who's smarter now

Dogs, are man's best friend
who's most endearing quality is 
an unbound willingness 
to do our bidding

Cats, are like prodigies or savants
who's most endearing quality is
an unbound resistance
to do the same


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Monkey's day

The monkey, that’s me,
The monkey that pretends to be free.
So happy to have his day,
To hear the cheers, the laughs,
And you looking my way.

Laughing at the faces I make,
My clever tricks, the cakes I bake,
Clapping resounds in my ears,
And blows away my silent tears.

It’s the monkey’s day,
No matter how many tricks I play,
A monkey I will stay.

I will always be locked up in my little cage,
I may shake the bars in sorrow or rage,
But I need  the peanuts they throw in my face,
I need their laughing to avoid disgrace.

A little monkey, with monkey hopes and monkey dreams,
Monkey desires and monkey schemes,
Monkey wishes his fears away,
Monkey longs for a better day.

Sometimes I take myself so seriously,
As if I’m very important really,
I dress up as if I’m real and proud,
And strut around my head in a cloud.

I pretend that I’m important for you and the world,
I drink up the laughter the applause of the girls,
Just before I realise my dilemma,
My cloths are too small my act is a failure.

Sometimes they pick my cage up and move it around,
Sit it the wall or put it on the ground,
Sometimes they take me out in the sun,
Or swing it around to have some fun.

But most of the time they forget that I’m here,
Here in the dark of a thousand years.
Alone waiting for you to come home,
Searching the horizon for your grave stone.

In fact there’s nothing left at all,
In my monkey brain they nailed to the wall.
Does a monkey have a soul?
Am I for real or really just a hole.

Will I wake up and disappear?
Will I wake up and become thin air?
That will really be the day,
The day the monkey got away.

My last trick, they didn’t see nor even care,
The day the monkey dissolved in thin air.

No more shaking my cage in despair,
No more pretending that I am here,
No more strutting about, making a noise,
No more playing with my plastic toys.

I will disappear and no one will see,
Nor even remember a faint memory of me,
They’ll put the empty cage on the wall,
And my ghost will eat the peanuts they let fall,
As they continue to wonder, laugh  and clap,
At the empty cage, dead monkey on your lap.

Full version at :
http://labyrinthoflies.com
Spoken also at: http://youtu.be/ig26KyXpbyE


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I Am a Little Rabbit

- I am a little rabbit, hrum - hrum,

I like sweet carrot, hrum - hrum,

I'm like a ferret, hrum - hrum,

Live in a burrow, hrum - hrum,

Though it's narrow, hrum - hrum,

Now I am eating cabbage, hrum - hrum,

It's for my courage, hrum - hrum.

- Dear little rabbit, tell me your habit!

- Hrum - hrum!


© Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)


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My pet

My pet is an E.T. come from far outer space,
In that incredible green morning full of grace,
Ready to take compassion on uncomfortable race.
I mistook him for a vainglorious giant green ant,
Or a friendly, playful silver chameleon vagrant 
In a strange green cage like an UFO, or a bright cube;
A changeable dark hollow sphere, ellipsoid or tube 
Was his environment, where he felt incredibly free.
A fullerene as molecule composed entirely of C,
Might resemble his changeable colors and forms...
Coming from other world, he had different norms.
Like a tortoise or a snail with their long life shells,
He bore his genetic and civilization dowry`s codes,
And no hesitation in polishing them in many modes
Of significant recollections as invisible diamonds
In some allotropes forms with recordable sounds.
In their world, the injured ET always may complain
Regarding the rude restrictive rules to self maintain,
And too severely lathe`s and Lathes` laws to bind
A submissive or subversive aim of washing mind.
If many faces gambles have gained a grinder at hand,
Deceived by logic, or urged by mirror`s command,
Whatever transformation and simulation`s tidy tie,
The judging common world expects our constancy.
In his multi-dimension space, my pet`s only obsession`s
A shift character shows multitudes of points’ collections 
By dragging a 0-dimensional object in some direction,
One obtains a 1-dimensional object and self-selection. 
By dragging a 1-dimensional object in a new direction, 
One obtains a 2-dimensional object as self-protection.
My ET pet is playing in his cube beyond the K-K project. 
Indeed ,he could collect an (n + 1)-dimensional object 
By dragging an n-dimensional object in a new direction.
In our world,this game seems to be a natural selection.
He lived upon the analogy that (n + 1)-dimensional balls 
Have n dimensional boundaries, beyond the buckyballs...

If he he had wings ,could we put him in a modern hen coop?
Our world build this as a new loop-hole or as an alarming loop...


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My Pussy cat

 That orange colored pussy cat,
 Standing in my velvet hat,

 Yearning to give him foods to eat,
 Specially fish that fried in deep.

 I handed him some red cooked meat,
 And poured some milk to give him drink,

 My little pussycat would be likely to eat,
 And happily I know to those things I gave.
 


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Cats Are So Loving

Cats
are such
curious,
independent
individuals;
each one, psychic;
are great, sweet
loving 
pets.


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Christmas Joy

Early one Christmas morn
my eyes flew open wide,
found no gifts under the tree
so I ran to look outside.

Everywhere, on the ground
lay mounds of fluffy snow
and parked right in front,
topped with a big red bow,

was my trusty old wagon
full of presents galore.
Four eyes peeked out and
made my emotions soar.

Two furry little playmates
to fill the hours of my days
full of love and amusement
with their wild, playful ways.


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Not A Pet Person

I'm not a pet person. I never was and never will be,
despite how much I so enjoy their loving company.
I'm more of an animal rescuer more precisely
and some of they that I rescue end up living with me,
only to one day die leaving me to forever grieve.
My life falls apart and I crash into a deeply depressed style,
because for me it's the equivalent of losing my child.
I can't suffer this sort of loss continually,
and that's why a true pet person I can never be.


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Meow Meow

All I am able to say is “meow meow”. However, I communicate with humans somehow. They seem to know everything I say. Free handouts are what I receive everyday. I am somebody my keepers never forget. They give me love and call me their “pet”. I am so happy I’m not a homeless stray. With these nice people I want to stay.


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A House Full Of Naughty

A house full of naughty furry babies wondering around
Your gross little messy surprises many times found
Chasing and fighting, then peeing all over the floor
So many things to get into, so many piss places to explore

Knocking things over and scratching things up
Growling, snarling and hissing and causing disrupt
Running amuck and leaving a wake of destruction
Now you are all spay, finally no more reproduction!









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The Cat

Glowing eyes invade the darkness of the night.
A majestic hunter with prey in it's sights.
Slowly moving through the grass, as slient as an empty glass.
A creature with a sullen expression, embraking upon a hunting session.
It srikes from the shadows of the night; giving the prey little change of escape or fight.
 
A body full of warming fur and makes the sound of a meow or pur.
Pointy ears, thin legs and sharp claws; extending out from padded paws.
This cretaure wears a sumptuous looking coat always shiney and clean; walking with graceful posture like that of a ballroom scene.
 
It's younger form more playful and small, but soon will grow just as cunning and tall.
Masquerading as innocent family pets and balls of fur; hiding the true heart of a loin waiting to roar.
 Some choose to live with families in thier home; well others  like the nomadic people enjoy to roam.
Hedonistic in nature like Lord Henry from the story of Dorian grey, the cat hate's having it's pleasurable lifestyle taken away.
Roaming around night and day...... this creature of beauty is always on the hunt;  for it's next prey....


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A LISTENER

She’s a listener.  Yes, she is.
Eye to eye and with sincerity;
With no patronizing interruptions
Until the issue has gained clarity.

A little tilt of her pretty head
Means she doesn’t really understand,
But offers her attentive ear; 
Her silence is a helping hand.

I talk it out.  She listens.
Sooner or later, I have a plan.
The results are mine to claim.
She only listened, took no stand.

Who else would have listened,
Tolerated my babbling for a time?
Good fortune it is indeed
That kitty is a friend of mine.


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She Doesn't Know She's a Dog

Her name is Apogee Sausalito,
she is tiny, feisty and black;
when she romps with Tricia,
she thinks she's a cat.

The crafty feline hides
on the dining room chair;
'round and 'round the table,
the dog circles her there.

Behind the tablecloth,
the cat keeps watch;
reaches out with her paw,
and gives S'Lito a swat.

It's a game they both love;
each day's regular routine,
we enjoy their frisky antics
with morning coffee and cream.


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Chihuahua - Part III

I adopted my Chihuahua six months ago today.
I adopted her five months after Mom passed away.
When I adopted her, I named her after my mother.
She's very sweet and I sure do love her.
Agnes is her name and I sure do adore her.
I wouldn't take a million bucks for her.

(Dedicated to Agnes, my Chihuahua.)


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Mistaken identity

The royal cat nips                                                                                                     from staring morning glories                                                                                      drunkenly pounces


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My Pussy

 



 What a pussy is my pussy cat
 soft, silky, shiny n delicate
 touching her makes me feel
 mouth-melting goody chocolate

  she would purr, turn and mew
  warming herself up and me
  she wags her tail up up and down
  like a waggling kite flying free
 
 she would push and rub my hand
  when i gently scratch  her back
  i would poke her erect ears
  her smooth contour i would track
 
  Her claws are hellish  razor sharp
  but she'd never swipe at me
  she and i share  innocent love
 together we play with joy and  glee.
 
when i hold  the pussy in my lap
I could clearly feel her heart beat
her throbbings are like a virgin bride
 her bloom would feel  like gossamer treat.

By mazhur


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Needy Needy Needy

Needy Needy Needy is simply what you are.
Needy Needy Needy is my Cleopatra superstar.
Needy Needy Needy, always at my feet.
Needy Needy Needy is my baby girl, aka kitty.
She truly doesn't need very much really,
just some food, water and shelter to sleep,
but it appears that what it is that she needs mostly
is my constant company apparently.


Details | Light Poetry | |

My Cat

My cat Jones I got one day
When she was only one that day
She makes me laugh and smile
All the while
I've had her for years now
And she still makes me happy anyhow
Her colors of gray and butterscotch they say
I love you everyday
She's my best cat I've had all these days
But now i am sad these days
Cause she passed away


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Cat Kit Kitty Cat

Oh,flit,flat- I want to find my cat. Oh how I want to find that cat. Come on, cat, come and find a mouse and play in the house. I miss that cat of mine. Oh my little cat, when you come back, you will be welcomed by a big purple sign. Aunika Alch Age 11


Details | Haiku | |

Farewell Ginger

Walked her in the woods,
And on beaches; then crying,
We put her to sleep.


Details | Free verse | |

Lovely

Mope around, 
Quietly, quietly.
Don't make a sound,
Until you do. 
Unexpected, 
Scares me.
Look up, 
Eyes kind and innocent. 
Soft and pristine,
Light, quick. 
Unaware of the worlds hate.
Soft purr, 
A gentle song to sleep.
Kitty,
Why are you so lovely.


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Sweet Little Rosie

Rosie was a special dog and she was sweet.
She was a Jack Russell and she was petite.
Rosie was my best friend's favorite pet.
But she's gone and it's something I regret.
She liked me and I liked her as well.
She was beautiful and as sweet as caramel.


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Motherless Kittens

I had just gotten off of the rail car, and the train had departed the station.
I was about to leave when suddenly faint "meowing" had caught my attention.
I searched for the source's locality
and came upon a most unfortunate tragedy.
Laying smack in the middle of the train tracks
was the lifeless carcass of a dead cat
and hovering over it were two little kittens.
What other choice did I have but to rescue them?
They have been with me ever since and share my apartment,
and the both of them have brought into my life many moments of enjoyment.


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Dogs

some dogs are big and some are small,
some dogs are calm and cuddley,
but some even chew though the wall,

some dogs are mean,
some are nice,
some dogs are keen,
and others are definitely not,


lots of people like dogs,
and lots of people don't,
but you can like any animal even hogs.


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The Man Who Loved Lizards - Revised

I've always loved lizards, which explains a lot, 
My youth spent exploring what others would not. 
Our days at the park would find me in pursuit
Of speedy blue bellies (in long dry swim suit.)	
A butterfly net I'd adapt for the chase
Or plastic container I grabbed any place.
Good days I might catch me as many as sev'n,
As close as a boy comes to being in heav'n.	

And then in the Peace Corps I found love again, 
With African lizards, the Chameleon.
The locals had told me they were poisonous
But their colored patterns for me were a plus,
Ignored black folk wisdom as if in a dream,
My penchant for lizards, it still reigned supreme.
I became a wizard in the local mind,
When perched on my shoulder was what they maligned.	

The more I collected, the more to extol,
Some small ones with three horns thrilled me to my soul.
A brown skinny one that resembled a stick,
Their catching a meal a spectacular trick.
A bug that had been there, now isn't you see,
Though small as an ant or as big as a bee.
It's scanning, nonsynchronous, eyes lock on prey,
Brief bulge in it's throat, now an insect entree.

Chameleon weakness is that it's so slow,
And crossing a road can cause problems I know,
For most of the time that is how they are caught,
The color of pavement is something they're not.
It's not a bad life for most leave them alone,
The forest floor hides them with plants overgrown,
The legend is told if you see them embrace,
Prepare for long life, for that's just what you face!

But king of them all, well, I called him Mzee,*
A quite splendid fellow I miss to this day,
His green iridescent, on dirt mottled brown,
I swear that no other would dare take his crown.
A full eighteen inches from head to his tail,	
His tongue almost two feet, I never saw fail,
When angry, a pattern - bright yellow, brown, black,
No doubt in my mind why folks feared his attack.	

The horn on his nose was outstandingly long, 
And hisses of warning were his only song.
His color transition from tranquil to mad,
Took less than ten seconds which I thought was rad.
But feeding my lizards soon became a chore, 
Live grasshoppers just can’t be bought in a store, 
My letting them go was the right thing to do, 
And I found new dreams just as good to pursue.

August 8, 2014

* In Swahili, Mzee (pronounced M zay' is a formal greeting of respect of a 
younger man to an older man, like Good afternoon Sir! in English.


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Dash

How unlike a cat is this
slender dash of ink upon the page,
this pinch of print, this little line
of punctuation, adding
its mere millimetres of meaning,
black against white,
significant in its separation
of segments of the sentence,
imbuing words around it with a dab
of consequence or moment.

How like a printed dash
is my black cat,
stretched and stark against the sun-white concrete
of the distant yard baking below,
separating nothing but atoms of air,
elongated, luxuriating,
significant only in herself –
a piece of furry punctuation
that tells us solely that it is,
and needs no function to perform.
By itself, it is of itself,
answerable to no one and to nothing –
except the rain, which has just arrived,
suddenly, in slapping, ponderous lumps,
to soak the stone page and darken it,
and drive her dash to drier quarters.


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Interrupted

Tabby watching birds;
Sharp-eyed, poufy-tailed, statue;
Until squirrel arrives.


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The Brawl

For the moment I merely watched him
Running back and forth in his home
I am patient you see
I am full of time plenty
I am the sly one in the darkness and I am hungry

So I waited, all day I waited,
All night I waited, I waited, waited, waited
And in the morning he came out of his house
I waited no more

I struck like a black bolt of lightning streaking down from the heavens
As if Death itself had ripped across space to sever everything with its scythe
I screamed down from heaven and struck

Only to find him leaping up and over me
To tumble in the air and land behind me
I landed in a crouch...
Peering around over my shoulder I gleamed at him

He for his sake I saw glaring back at me balefully with eyes and one hand beckoning me

I snarled

Spun around and lashed out with my whip as I did
He ducked it,

With the speed of sound my fist struck him
He blocked it

Out came my foot, and then the other
He evaded the first, and caught the second
I rolled and struck him across his face with the first

Again I landed on my feet

He staggered back and with a back flip he was ready once more...

He wiped his nose with one hand
Bade me come at him again with the other
A sly half grin on his lips

I charged this impudent fool
Changed direction, spun around
Out came my whip
Out came my foot
And he leaped over my whip
Flipped between my foot
And struck me twice with his own
light kicks to the face meant to shock me more than hurt me

We parted and circled each other
Looking for openings in the other's defenses

And there because I am patient I found it
A chink in his armour of skill and technique

He was mine
Again I rushed him in one smooth fluid motion
Twin kicks, the whip, my fists, and head butt, knees and elbows
In blinding fury, speed and in the space between thought it was over...

He retreated blocking the kicks,
Ducking the whip,
Avoiding the fists left then right
Catching the head butt in his hands
Countering the knees with his knees
The elbows with his elbows
And then...
He did the impossible
He

Defeated me

Rolling backwards he slammed my head into the wall,
Sliding from beneath my crumpling body with his feet
To stand ready inches from my limping body

I remember thinking then as my eyes closed to the world
"That's one damn tough hamster," I get out of the Kitty Clinic in two days

I want a rematch


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She Loves To Impress

Feline sits staring;
pensive and patient, is she.
Sudden acrobatic dancer
backward leaps;
tail poof’ed,
wildly thrashing the air.

She prances off;
head held high as if 
some miraculous feat was, just performed.
Actually, it was; 
I couldn't have done it!

Feline knows that, 
I stand in awe
of her dexterity.
I swear…she’s smiling!


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THE CAT CALLS

‘Meow!meow!!meow!!!’ ,he calls
The female dances to his arrival,
Tonight food will be delicious,
Time to make more babies is here.

‘Meow!,meow!!,meow!!!’ ,he whispers,
rats panic ,alarm is being raised,
mothers lock up their children,
fathers tip-toed without making a sound.

‘Meow!,meow!!,meow!!!’,he beckons,
Time to play and to train begins,
They file out in numbers lying flat
on their bellies listening to the wind.

‘Meow!,meow!!,meow!!!,’he hisses,
Alert! , claws out ,furs standing upright,	
Foes around; to attack and defend,
Eyes turn pink and blue with erect whiskers.
 


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MY FAMILYS IS DOGS AND CATS

my eyes or wet
when i think of my pets
love them around
there'll my city and town
they  chase the bad rats
some some roll over a log
MY FAMILY IS MY DOGS AND CATS


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Destiny

This may come as a surprise to quite a few 
But if you're a pet lover it won't to you
This sweet soul watched over my mom In her final days 
She brought her comfort and warmth In so many way's 
She's not a doctor or nurse she's not any of that 
Her name is Destiny my little white cat 
Very sensitive and smart 
Small of body but big of heart 
This may seem hard to believe 
She knew when mom had pain to relieve 
Often she knew it long before us 
She would try to tell us by making a fuss 
When she knew that mom was going to have a bad day 
She would not leave her room by her side she would stay 
Some religions call them familiar's they're considered a treasure 
They see between worlds with a love beyond measure 
So when you get old and your days are coming to an end 
Rest assured you'll be loved By your little four legged friend


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TAILS OF GOLD

TAILS OF GOLD “Iris”- youngest of our feline family caught a cold as many cats in winter chills tend to do nothing serious confirmed our vet as in we strolled a quick consultation and injection would fix her flu whilst we sat and waited for our turn with trusted vet a solemn family entered with their old black Great Dane struggling to support their ailing cherished dearly loved pet his legs weak, body thin to the bone suffering Great Pain his family rallied round encouraging him with soft sighs “come on sweetheart, you can do it” they gently consoled as he bravely took courageous steps loyally he tried looking up at them with loving brown doleful eyes they moved behind definitive closed respectful white door their task was clear and hard choices had been made my heart broke as I felt the emotional grief they bore be comforted loyal friend, your heavenly GOLDEN TAIL will never fade (Inspired by a moment I experienced recently at the vet) © Kim van Breda—20 July 2014


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DISCOVERING

	Kitten-play is sweet;
	a precious jewel of a moment renewed 
	by each new discovery.

	A butterfly-chase ending in a bumblebee moment
	of enlightenment and sometimes
	a succeeding “ouch”!
	The butterfly is a more hospitable playmate.

	Graceful leap into a patch of soft delicate wormwood;
	A tree-leap, a prick on the nose from a rosebush;
	it’s about as friendly as the bumblebee!

	A jet-sprint to the patio results in a
	back and forth stretched-roll on the warm concrete.
	The pose that says, “I like this place; can I stay?”

	Perhaps on another adventurous day
	kitten will discover,
	the catnip bush at the far end of the yard.


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Of Mice and Moles

Since moving to the country 
this fact has come to light,
maintaining our new home
gives us a battle to fight.

Newly graded and seeded lawn
quickly became uneven ground,
mole runs crisscrossed acres,
flowerbeds raided, bulbs gone.

Two hundred tulip bulbs  
along the fence last fall
produced not a single bloom,
little robbers ate them all.

We consulted local nurseries,
bought whatever they suggested.
Worked diligently all summer
but still were mole infested.

All remedies failed, until 
he answered a TV promotion. 
A sure-fire trap, with video,
guaranteed rodent extinction. 

"Wow, this really works," he said
"fifteen moles, I've zapped."
But moles must have internet,
mole runs detoured around traps.

Now he's using another method
flushes runs with a garden hose,
when the little sucker surfaces,
bashes him squarely on the nose.

Works well for my mighty hunter,
the toll is now twenty-two
but alas, a new battle arises,
cool weather brings someone new.

There's a mouse in the house
who's eluding every trap.
In spite of frantic searching, 
we have two frustrated cats.


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Little prince

His royal bloodline
can be traced
to the temples and
pyramids of Egypt

Killer instinct
fully intact, 
but no longer
required

Regal bearing
reflected
in every
movement

He sits nobly now, 
on this humble 
throne of pine 
and carpet

Waiting for his
master to groom 
his mane and
serve his dinner

Little prince


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Gifts

A good pet is a heart song, sung to the rhythm of lifes enduring drum. Dog is God spelled backwards and its capacity to love, is same. Gods love by play, is laughter’s medicine; cats use it to effect healing. Where a bird provides laughter and songs of elation. Hamsters provide laughter by magic; escape acts, hard for any magician to follow. Fish are the hypnotists; providing serenity in a vivid colorscape and spiritual focus for a soothing meditation. The creator, gave us pet friends; species abundantly warm and incessantly giving of themselves; just like God. Love, healing and entertainment; Pets.


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Tank with Goldfish

Sometimes we see a glint of gold or red
emitted sudden as a warning through
the greening water of the old square tank outside,
an evanescent wink from just beneath
the awning of the lolling lily pad.

Within this viridescent bulk of water pushing
against the stark and square formality of fibreglass,
the teasing crimson twinkle
frees our eyes from what had become
the prison of their gaze in which they were held
unblinking by the flat rigidity
of unremitting quadrilateral form.

Once more a gleam of carmine charms our eyes
into the still, green patina of this exotic liquor –
another world, so far removed
from our dull logic of normality.


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Velveteen Rags

Curled tight, in a warm and trusting
Ball of brown fur and love.

Should I ever see her heart,
I would expect it to be far too big.

So often a chin sweetly rested upon
My conscience, of her innocence.

I cannot bear the thought,
Of those dark days that left their scars.

Her playful and persistent nosing
Begging for a smile and a rub.

She gave me the priceless opportunity,
To save at least one soft and true thing from this world.

Should the bough break and all else fail, 
The feel of velveteen rags will be my final request.



*Written in honor of our dog Daisy, the most loving creature I have encountered, who I had the privilege of rescuing from a local animal shelter.


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Chihuahua - Part V

I adopted you one year ago today.
You're my dog and you're here to stay.
I gave you Mom's name and for the first few hours, calling you Agnes made me sad.
But you've managed to make my days a little brighter and that sure makes me glad.

You can never replace my mom but since I got you, life has gotten some better.
I'll never forget you and when it comes to my mom, I sure won't forget her.
My best friend took me to the place where I adopted you.
You can't tell me that you love me but I know that you do.

(Dedicated to Agnes who I adopted on August 27, 2013.)


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Tammy Goes To The Dogs

Tammy owns a lot of dogs, she has fourteen.
She has more dogs than anybody I've ever seen.
She has Miniature Pinschers, Chihuahuas and Pit Bulls.
She also recently acquired two Jack Russells.

Tammy had a Jack Russell named Rosie that she lost last year.
Rosie died or was stolen, what happened isn't exactly clear.
There is one thing that's easy to define.
Tammy loves all of her fourteen Canines.

(Dedicated to Tammy Carper who has a lot of love for dogs.)


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He's of Zero Worth

(I'd Pay a Million)

He's an ordinary gray, long and lean,
relieved by ashen whiskers and chin.
A perfect white 'V' marks his breast
and one snowy paw mocks the rest.

What is he worth to this old friend
when dozens can be had of his kind?
Some are more worthy of love and trust
and others are spared his hoary crust.

But daily I treasure his sweet purr
and gently stroke his ordinary fur.
I rest my eyes on his rangy form
and rue the day when he'll be gone.






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Chihuahua - Part II

Agnes is my Chihuahua and she's small and cute.
She's adorable, that's something I won't dispute.
I love my dog and she loves me, we both love each other.
I named her after my Mom and she even reminds me of my Mother.
Just like Mom, my dog is sweet, kind and bright.
But if she gets pissed, she's like a stick of dynamite.
Since my poor Mom died, it feels like I've been using a crutch.
I love both my Mom and my doggy so very much.


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MOVIE


MOVIE
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
2014

I call her Movie
Because she moves day and night
A shadow drama on the white wall
Winks for milk
Her world cringes into a saucer
She mews
Says me and you
We make this world for each other


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Cuddly Animals

Cuddly Animals

Little small cuddly animals all full 
of colourful coats and lots of fur. 
Every type is here from little mice 
to black Norwegian goth guinea pigs 
to chocolate drop pussy cats 
that love to be stroked. 
All animals are there to be loved 
with lots of care in nice warm homes.


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Animals

animals are so cute and cuddly they 
are fun to be with. 
A animal will do you no wrong. 
They can be your best friend too. 
They can also be your eyes when you 
are unable to see. 
They can pertect you from intruders 
and warn you of any danger. 
Animals like to be near you they love 
to be carressed and played with 
They have big ones they have little 
ones there is always a animal out 
there for you 
Animals can take the loneliness out 
of lonely 
Everyone should have one as a pet 
or a companion for they need us 
as we need 
them.


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My Dog

With the stride of a goofball
My dog moves not so quick;
But with his wet sloppy tongue
He’ll give you a lick.

The guy’s always alert
He sings his loud Boxer bark,
At the girl across the street
Who loves his dog lark.