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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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Wet but Wiser

A dog! A panic in a pagoda!
Rex sneaked in with a can of cream soda,
he shook it up hard and then pulled the tab.
But Rex was too slow for their choc'late lab.

Cain: a maniac, the brown dog's head swelled,
confused by the fizz but a rat he had smelled.
He was a god's dog, ergo, a ogre -
mighty fine watchdog, well-trained at Kroger.

Schooled in their stockroom with all kinds of nuts
whose tricks won ribbons for all kinds of mutts.
Cain's radar kicked in, went straight for the can
and turned it on Rex who lost his game plan.

On the way out, he offered some Kleenex.
No one's the wiser, except maybe Rex.
Recording the facts, Cain writes in his log,
Was it a rat I saw? or Am I a dog?


6 palindromes:
A dog, a panic in a pagoda
Cain, a maniac
god's dog
ergo, a orgre
radar
Was it a rat I saw


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An Evening in with the Cat

If I had a bottle of pills
I’d dump them out inside my mouth
Take the last few swigs of vodka
And swallow all of them down

If I had a big sharp knife
I’d drag the cold steel across my skin
If I thought for a moment it might
Bring this feeling to an end

I’d stare down the barrel
If I had a gun
Find the trigger with my finger
Pull it and be done

If I had a car
I’d park inside the garage
Leave the motor running
Till the poison filled my lungs

If I had a rope
I’d make myself a noose
Dangle there in my own doorway
Till somebody cut me loose

If I had someone to love
I'd probably treat them bad
Since that's all that I've known
In relationships of the past

 If I had a heart in my chest
I'd be able to forgive and forget
But there is nothing left
Of that beating mass of flesh

So I'll just continue
Sitting all alone and in the dark
A typical evening in with the cat
Doesn't seem that bad after all.


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Mice For A Very Good Price

I opened the door,
Saw two nice mice,
At Pete's Pet Store;
For a very good price.

I bought them that day,
With money I had saved,
Raking and hauling hay;
For my neighbor, Mr. Dave.

I purchased a bowl,
Just for their food,
And a bottle with a hole;
For drinking water through.

I named one Ice,
He had clear blue eyes,
The other, I named Spice;
He was the smallest in size.

Ice would take small bites,
Of cheese and treats of rice,
Spice made noise at night;
Munching bread - I had sliced.

I'll never forget the day,
Mom said, "Look Price!"
And lying in their hay;
Were two bald baby mice.


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A Dog's LIfe: A Place of My Own

I dIdn’t know why I had been thrown out,
I  didn’t  know what the fuss was about,
Or what I was  in trouble for
but they didn’t want me there anymore.

I was weak, frightened and somewhat tattered,
my trust and confidence  totally shattered,
there were many like me,yet I felt alone,
this large noisy shelter just wasn’t a home.

My step wasn’t as lively as it used to be
and out of my left eye I barely could see,
I wasn’t as pretty as I was before,
a sad soul behind a cold steel door.

People would look at me, then they’d walk by,
I finally gave up , didn’t bother to try,
shunning attention I hung my head low,
what would become of me I didn’t know.

One day a young voice said, “Look at her dad,
the one in the corner, she looks awfully sad,
the one that’s just lying there not making a fuss,
can we take  her home cause I think she needs us.”

“But you wanted a puppy,” the dad’s swift reply,
the boy  looked upset as he waved me goodbye,
but miracles do happen and love found it’s way,
it was me  they came back for the very next day.

For the next few years I happily spent,
good times with my family the way it was meant,
loved and cared for more than I’d ever known,
the best of a dog’s life, a place of my own.

DOG GONE CONTEST
JUNE25.2012



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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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A CHRISTMAS STORY TOLD BY THE DOG

It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Patrol the house,
In search of that,

Which could cause harm,
To kith or kin,
Though the job is mine,
The cat is my friend,

So he comes along,
To help where he can,
And we have devised,
A workable plan.

He'll give the call,
If he sees something strange,
And I'll come a-runnin',
That's what we've arranged.

The war cry he gives,
Is a terrible screech,
And I have to admit,
It gives me the creeps.

One night 'bout this time,
A few years ago,
We thought we heard something,
Outside in the snow.

The cat crept up,
To the window sill,
And he gave a cry,
That was eerie and shrill.

The folks were all gone.
They were at church,
And up on the roof,
Came a clatter and lurch;

Then some strange old man,
In a funny red suit,
Came down the chimney,
With a sack filled with loot.

Without hesitation,
I was on the attack.
None of our stuff,
Would he put in that sack.

Back up the chimney,
He flew in disgrace,
And reindeer were running,
All over the place.

They took off like a rocket,
Swooped low and then high.
I swear that I never,
Knew reindeer could fly.

Some poor old lady,
Was out in the street,
Never knew what hit her,
It was reindeer feet.

Her husband stood staring,
In total dismay,
And they sing about her,
To this very day;

How on her way home,
From the church which was near,
Grandma got run over,
By eight reindeer.

It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Are on the alert,
But he won't be back.




(Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
(walking home from church on Christmas Eve,
(Ohhhh you can say you don't believe in Santa,
(but as for me and Grandpa --- WE BELIEVE!)

(Now you know the whole story)


For Last Fifty Poems Contest by Brian Strand


For DejaVu Christmas  contest by Debbie Guzzi


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Missing Our Friend

Skies are dark and dreary,
This day we won't forget;
Ol' Ollie was our favorite,
Far more than just a pet

A naughty lil' imp,
Knock-kneed and proud;
Meowin' like a siren,
Geez, that cat was loud!

It was on this frigid morning,
We lost our furry friend;
Reality's stunning anguish,
Death fails to comprehend

Spoiled rotten and witty,
You'd swear he was a dog;
A happy treat to pacify,
While sleeping like a log

Looking on the good days,
Diminished are the bad;
We lost a friend forever,
The best we've ever had

Death never comforts,
We failed to see your end;
Our tears concede to obscurity,
Farewell to a loyal friend... 



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Annie And Zoe



Usually prefer pussycats to dogs Though we have a Golden named Annie Guess it might be a real tossup though Annie's pretty special and uncanny This gal can smell barbecued chicken From at least a couple of rooms away Comes bounding into the kitchen Ready for whatever comes her way How can I resist this gorgeous animal Got me tied around her paw Zoe the cat is a real sweetheart too I'm torn between these two pets-in-law Guess I'll just spread my love between both Annie can show fits of jealousy Chasing Zoe and threatening her life But really they get along quite famously © Jack Ellison 2014


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A KITTY'S THOUGHTS AT CHRISTMAS

It's the night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
Not a creature is stirring,
Not even a mouse.

Mother and father,
Have put up a tree.
Think I'll just go climb it,
To see what I can see.

Look at all of this tinsle,
And paper and bows,
And yards of bright ribbons,
And lights all aglow.

Is all of this here,
Just for me and the others?
A tree for to climb,
A whole room full of wonders?

A place for us kitties,
To run through and chase,
And send decorations,
All over the place?

Then they can come in,
And rebuild it again,
Knowing that this,
Is all part of the game.

Then they can pretend,
To scold and be mad,
But in secret we know,
It makes their hearts glad,

To see us so happy,
And watch us at play,
Then they get to rebuild it,
It just makes their day.

Not all folks are like them,
It's no joke or jest,
These people of ours,
For sure, they're the best.

                                 Judy Ball


Aren't cats great.
They're fun, funny, curious and so affectionate.
They are total innocence wrapped in a fur coat.
A house is so much more interesting when shared with a pet.


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THE BEST OF FRIENDS

All my life I longed for you.
You filled my thoughts and dreams.
You'd stand majestic, head held high,
My mind's eye saw the gleam,

Of vibrant health, unbounded strength,
That shone from a glistening coat,
The look of eagles in your eye,
As you moved you seemed to float,

Like the billowing clouds that float across,
The azure sky above.
When I'm with you I too can fly,
I soar on wings of love.

We glide across the meadow,
Beneath the sun lit sky,
We are the best of fellows,
My dog, my horse and I.



I believe God had many reasons for giving us the animals and if we try we can figure out what those reasons are.
For one thing, I believe the first and foremost reason was to TEACH US.
Have you ever noticed they have remained just as He created them?
They never deviated from the original plan.
We, However, have done our level best to IMPROVE on PERFECTION; and we have poisoned the environment and nearly destroyed the entire planet in the attempt.
What is more loyal than a dog?
Animals have shown more self sacrificing  loyalty and courage in the face of danger than we ever dreamed of. They love completely and will willingly sacrifice themselves for our good. How many of us will do that for them? In fact we laugh at those who will.
We KEEP them as long as it is convenient and then cast them aside without a thought for their love or well being or how much heart break they suffer for our uncaring treatment of them. We don't try to understand them at all; but we expect them to understand us. If we are so much smarter than them, how come we have never learned any of this from them? Could it be that we are so selfish and concerned for our own comfort that nothing else matters much to us?
The love we receive from our animals is completely unconditional.
The love they receive from us HAS IT'S LIMITS.
We should give that some serious thought.


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SMOKEY AND THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER

                                 SMOKEY AND THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER

Once when I was just a kid,
My mom thought 'twould be nice,
If I'd invite some friends to play,
And we could swing outside.

I had a swing set in the yard,
Where I would play for hours.
My daddy built it just for me,
Away from Mommy's flowers.

It stood beneath a large Oak tree,
And even had a sand box.
We played and swung and had a ball,
Got sand in clothes and socks.

Our neighbors had a big red dog,
A loyal, patient friend,
Prince often came to play with us,
He wagged his tale and grinned.

Another dog came on the scene,
And Prince was not amused,
They postured and they sniffed each other,
A dog fight soon ensued.

We screamed and cried and climbed the set,
As Prince and dog fought on,
Smokey heard our frantic cries,
And raced across the lawn.

Prince was huge with big white teeth,
And muscles big and stocky,
But Smokey feared him not and leaped,
And rode him like a jockey.

Smokey sank his claws in deep,
With teeth he grabbed his neck,
The big dog took off down the street,
With Smokey firmly set,

Upon his back, he rode him well,
They soon were out of sight,
We worried that he might get hurt,
In yet another fight;

But he came strolling home real soon,
The hero of the day.
"Don't worry kids', he seemed to say,
He won't be back today."

                                                               Judy Ball
For Fraqncine Roberts Pick A Pet Contest - July4,2011


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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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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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Annie



Just discovered the love of dogs For the absolute very first time Had always been a lover of kittens Until Annie invaded my mind Canines and I never connected Before Annie the golden retriever Awesome is how I'd describe this gal Now a “man's best friend” believer How did I get along up to now Never knowing what I was missing Shows me such bubbly enthusiasm When for a treat she is fishing Her love is absolutely over the top Few humans have this ability Unconditional is how I'd describe it Creating a feeling of stability So now sweet Annie, she's da bomb Enhancing my life ten fold Filling a void with her adorable ways A treasure unique to behold © Jack Ellison 2013


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Calendar Cats

Calendar cats are the Pussy élite.
Silky or spiky, or butch, or effete,
Calendar cats are a privilege to meet …
They’re, oh! SO beautiful!

    My Bubble’s a bit smelly, and he doesn’t seem to care,
   And his poor old baldy belly has got ‘flying-away’ hair.
   He quacks and he sneezes, and he dribbles ev’rywhere –
   It’s not pretty at all …

Calendar cats have immaculate hair.
It’s sleek and it’s clean – not a flea anywhere;
But they’re paper, not real-life – it’s true, and you can’t
Hear them PURRing at all …

    Bubble’s greedy and he’s lazy, and his fur gets up my nose.
    He gets it in my dinner and he gets it on my clothes.
    He isn’t too hygienic at all, BUT – he PURRs
    Like a pneumatic drill …

My Bubble does nothing, and he does it all day.
When he’s not on my lap, then he’s still in my way.
He sleeps in my garden, and dreams of the old
Days, - when HE had it all …

But calendar cats only hang on the wall,
And when you need a cuddle they’re no use at all …

So I’ll cuddle my Bubble ...
Yes, I’ll cuddle my Bubble …
And I won’t want a calendar pussy at all …
No, I won’t want a calendar cat 
At all!



This is a waltz (3/4) rhythm, and verses 2 and 4 are in double time (6/8)
Sadly, Bubble is no longer with us, but he did live to nearly 20!


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Flying Fur

He sits poised with head down
then springs forward to attack
The rug becomes littered with
tiny tufts of white, gray and black
as fur flies.

They roll around in a tangle
kicking each other in the head
She’s older and more experienced
he’s younger and stronger instead
and the fur flies.

Her beauty draws him like a flame
he keeps coming back for more
They go barreling down the hall
and crash into the door
as fur flies.

She’s cunning, clever and quick
he’s fun-loving, handsome and bold
They seem to be evenly matched
Their tussle is fun to behold
as the fur flies.

Hair on the sofa
and the dining room chair
illuminated by sunlight
floating in the air 
the fur flies.

We love them anyway
and keep the vacuum nearby
Sweet William and Petunia
sure-footed, impulsive and sly
whose fur flies.



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SMOKEY THE CURIOUS CAT

                                  SMOKEY THE CURIOUS CAT

Through all his years he was such fun,
Companion, Friend, and more;
Adventure was his middle name,
And I was never bored,

As long as Smokey was around,
He'd brighten up the day.
He'd snuggle, cuddle, kiss and swat,
and say,"Come on, let's play."

I had some turtles in a bowl,
As cute as they could be;
They disappeared while I was out,
Found under the settee.

I had my suspicions,
About how they got there,
So I watched my little buddy,
But he never moved a hair.

Then one day he strolled by me,
With something in his mouth.
I followed him to the livingroom,
He crawled beneath the couch.

He placed a turtle on the floor,
And gently lay beside it,
Just watching it so patiently,
Not hurting it a bit.

Slowly it stuck out it's head,
Then it began to move,
Curiously he watched it go,
Thought Smokey,"He's got groove."

"I like this tiny little guy,
I wonder what it is."
I reached in and picked it up.
"Busted, here's the miz."

"These guys will die without their bowl,
Smokey, don't do that;
But I still love you best you know,
You are the best of cats."

                                                  Judy Ball


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Puppy's Single-Sock Diet

They say fiber’s good for 
the digestion. I favor cotton: 
Jimmy’s gray athletic sox
tossed haphazard on the floor

and tasting of ball games 
on the corner lot.
Missy’s socks in pastel blue – 
I always leave her one of two.

And once, (what a treat!) 
Mom laid out a pair of fancy 
argyle socks, brand-new 
for Dad’s big feet.  

I took just one, leaving 
its mate so everyone can see
how its subtle hues
complement red-sable Me.


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SMOKEY - FAITHFUL FRIEND TO THE END

                                   sMOKEY - FAITHFUL FRIEND TO THE END

As we grew older, Smokey and I,
Our lives would change a bit.
As a teen there was school and friends,
In the kitchen he'd quietly sit.

All alone he'd wait for me,
To finally end my day,
And come and spend some time with him,
And maybe gently play,

A little game of dangle the string,
Or scratch behind his ears,
I didn't know, how could I know,
He neared the end of his years.

At night I did my homework,
At kitchen table with him.
He lay across my books and watched,
And rubbed my head with his chin.

Then when I was just eighteen,
I came home from a swimming date.
He staggered 'cross the yard to me,
I almost was too late.

He laid him down right at my feet,
I took him in my arms,
He closed his eyes and then was gone,
And with him all his charms,

That he displayed throughout his years,
My buddy, playmate, friend.
He remained so all his life,
Faithful to the end.

                                                       Judy Ball

(There will just never be another Smokey)


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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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Waiting For Master

Where is my master?
Why has he gone?
What a horrible disaster,
Not to take me along.

I listen intently,
For the faintest sound,
Of footsteps trod gently,
On the hardened ground.

Much time passes by.
I wait and I wait,
I'm left wondering why
He's running so late.

Will he ever return?
Will he come back for me?
He really must learn
With him, I should always be.

TLH  ©  06-1-2012


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I REMEMBER SMOKEY

                                           I REMEMBER SMOKEY

Once when I was just a kid,
My sister eight years older,
My sister's boyfriend came to call,
As we were playing soldier.

Stationed in the jungle we,
Cut off from our troop.
Surrounded by the enemy,
We must escape, regroup.

To do this we must make a stand,
Take out that lone guard.
A local girl distracted him,
So we could hit him, hard.

My sister led him to the porch,
To kiss her friend good night,
Not suspecting they were watched,
Or what we planned that night.

They stood before the porch steps,
In young love's sweet embrace,
I'm sure the neighbors heard his scream,
You should have seen her face.

We snuck up very slowly,
They never heard a sound,
They thought that they were all alone,
With no one else around.

The timing perfect as we leaped,
I yelled to him,"ATTACK!"
And Smokey did as he was told,
He ran straight up his back.

The young boy screamed, jumped off the porch,
And made tracks for his car.
My sister cried to Mama,
"He'll prob'ly have a scar!"

The young boy swore that he was bit,
Felt teeth in his behind.
I grinned and said,"But not the cat,
The teeth he felt were mine."

Mama laughed so hard at that,
That we did not get punished.
My sister went into her room,
Her reputation tarnished.

She felt no boy would date her now,
She had a rabid sister,
Who hung out with a feral cat,
No one could resist her.

So cute and sweet, she had it all,
You'd think she had it made;
But with me no one would call,
She'd die as an old maid.

                                                   Judy Ball




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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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PART II-THE ESCAPE OF A ROOSTER NAMED HARBOR

When the well-rested rooster woke up at noon, he found himself in the lap
of a gorgeous boy and he was telling his mom with urgency,
"I want this rooster, he can keep the lonely and moody parrot company!"
And staring at him," It's a rooster, not a pet!" she exclaimed.


Mothers always try to please their kids, and sometimes they really spoil them,
not according to their customs and beliefs, controversially fathers are stricter than them;
"I'll take care of him and soon he'll be living in our ranch home" he promised...
and continuing,"From now on, his name will be Harbor: the lovely place where I found him!"


The gentle boy kept his promise and Harbor became part of the family,
and the talkative parrot taught him to say the exact words he said;
and months went by, but nobody knew that he could speak so humanly,
and how did they find out that Harbor was smarter than an ordinary bird?


They overheard him in a challenging conversation about finding a perfect mate, 
in the shortest time and the shrewd parrot thought he surely would have been the winner,
but to his surprise, Harbor used his accumulated wisdom and searched the nearby farm,
where chicks were bred and then put in perforated carboard crates on a freighter.


Harbor looked around and didn't really like any of the chicks he saw,
and was he about to give up on his search? Suddenly not! He trotted past the noisy farm,
and to his bewilderment, he spotted a young chicken on the grass below...
and gallantly approached her, and with a chat started a romantic affair by keeping her warm.


Harbor and the young chick clicked and they quickly were talking about marriage,
lots of baby chicks to feed: the ultimate dream of two domesticated birds; 
at first, the upset boy wasn't too happy about their agreement, and exploded in rage,
but realizing what was best for Harbor, he finally gave him his blessings.


On the same farm the newly-wed live, and have big plans for a large family;
one more thing, if curious folks decide to visit them anytime soon, they need a reservation.
They will show them around with their fowl hospitality, but rule out temptation;
none of them will end up on their plates for the next Holidays or any other special festivity!


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SMOKEY AND THE BLUE JAYS

                                             SMOKEY AND THE BLUE JAYS

As a child I had a cat,
A big black cat named Smokey.
Since I couldn't say his name,
I simply called him Pokey.

He was my cat, I loved him so,
A lovely big black Persian.
My daddy bought him just for me.
He thought he was a person.

He was a cuddle kitty true,
Whate'er I did he tried;
But though he was so sweet and cute,
He had a darker side.

He liked to sit and watch the birds,
As they frolicked in the yard.
A nest was in the lemon tree,
And mom and dad stood guard.

Then one day the cat got out,
And climbed into that tree,
He was after baby birds,
Hidden 'mongst the leaves.

Suddenly the sky grew dark,
As Blue Jays flew in rescue,
Calling more and more to come,
And hundreds more accrued.

Smokey was knocked from the tree,
Fur flew in all directions,
As Blue Jays dove at him enforce,
He ran home for protection.

My mother opened wide the door,
As Smokey ran inside,
Bleeding from his many wounds,
A vet trip was betide.

He never climbed that tree again,
Just watched beside the window,
As birdies frolicked in the yard,
He nursed his shattered ego.

So tiny and so delicate,
As here and there they flew,
But formidable and deadly,
The kitty mused, "Who knew."

                                             Judy Ball


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SMOKEY - MY FIRST FRIEND

                                        SMOKEY - MY FIRST FRIEND

Smokey was a funny cat,
You could see him think.
His favorite place to do this,
Was table or kitchen sink.

He'd loll about for hours,
In seemingly deep thought,
Musing o'er life's mysteries,
Or the mouse he never caught.

He looked so wise just sitting there,
Mysterious and ancient;
Never bothering anyone,
Complacent and so patient.

The only thing he didn't like,
Was being combed and groomed.
If you picked up his comb and brush,
He'd quickly leave the room.

I sweqr sometimes he read our minds,
Knew what we were about,
He understood our every word,
Of that there was no doubt.

He was my friend from babyhood.
We were babes together.
He taught me climbing, stealth nd patience;
our bond could not be severed.

He taught me to look nonchalant,
And even innocent,
If by chance I should get caught,
Whene'er house rules were bent.

Whenever Mom and Dad were cross,
He taught me how to blend,
Into the background or become,
So cute they had to grin.

My memories of him are fond,
I thought he'd live forever.
He taught me fun and love and loyalty,
He won't die, not ever.

                                                          Judy Ball



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SMOKEY AND ME

                                                  SMOKEY AND ME

Smokey was a funny cat,
Filled with fun and love;
Adventurous as all cats are,
And Master of the Hunt.

He stalked the house in search of that,
Which posed some kind of threat,
A bug, a mouse, a ball of yarn,
No pest escaped his net,

That he had formed around our house,
He took responsibility,
To protect us from it all,
Because we were his family.

From babyhood he was my ken,
He always slept with me,
We played for hours in the yard,
Beneath the old Oak tree.

We climbed my swing set, climbed the tree,
Played in my sand box too,
Imagine my surprise to find,
He used it for a loo.

Kitty cat and little girl,
Fought jungle wars, climbed trees,
And then we sailed the Seven Seas,
Buccaneers were we.

We'd hide behind the sofa,
The curtains or in the hall,
And wait in ambush for our prey,
We really had a ball.

My sister's boyfriend happened by,
One night as we were hiding,
I yelled,"Chaarge!" and Smokey leaped,
The boy knocked off the siding,

On the book case in the hall,
As Smokey climbed his leg,
And we were sent to bed that night,
'thout supper though I begged.

Incarcerated pirates we,
The game continued on,
We'd wait until they were asleep,
Then eat til it was gone.

Then we'd escape into the night,
With valuables they cherished,
We'd be away by early light,
Leaving the guard embarrassed.

                                                    Judy Ball


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KITTY LITTER

                                                    KITTY LITTER

Kittens tumble to and fro,
From room to room, just watch them go.
Attack the curtains at first light,
The sheers put up a mighty fight.

Ninja kitties, assassins four,
Quietly steal across the floor,
Suddenly, quick as a flash,
They charge the loo in one mad dash.

The toilet paper is their goal,
In a furious fight they subdue the roll.
Entering I can't adjure,
They've made the bathroom all secure,

From things that lurk within the folds,
Hiding in the tissue rolls.
Four furry warriors, undisputed,
Whose courage cannot be refuted,

Patrol the house in search of that,
Which could cause harm to ken or cat.
What would I do without this troop,
You must admit, they're just too cute.

                                                    Judy Ball


(There's nothing cuter than a litter of kittens)


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THE FAITHFUL ONE, JACK

He waits by his door
When will he be back
No mistake about it
The faithful one, Jack

He'd walk with him
Always by his side
Never left him alone
With such a sense of pride

He'd be with him
On the farm and at his home
No matter what happened
He'd never be alone

He'd sit and wait
Not far from the bus
For others to see this
It meant nothing to us

So, now, where is he
Is the question on his mind
The faithful one, Jack
And the ties that did bind


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The Naming of Dogs

The naming of dogs is a serious matter,
as dogs are, by nature, a serious lot.
A name sets the tone for a pup’s pranks and patter;
and long into dog-hood. So, give it some thought.

Call a pup BOZO, he’ll just be a clown,
playing dead, pirouetting when you command “DOWN!”
If you dub your dog KING, you’ll be swelling his head;
he’s born to do nothing, he’s royally-bred.

You could call a dog BOOMERANG (comes when you call);
or SNAPPY, or FIDO (most faithful of all).
But to be realistic, here’s my advice.
It takes so much training to make a dog nice.

You give a command of obedience, NOW!
The dog’s suddenly deaf, he says “Say what?” or “How?”
So christen him WHY? – philosophical pup.
When you say “WHY SIT!” he’s bound to get up.

You could call him WHO ME? or perhaps NEVERMORE.
My personal choice, DON'T, no dog can ignore.
Just yell at him “DON’T COME!” He’ll see it’s his game
and run off to prove that he’s true to his name.

(with apologies to T.S. Eliot)


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Tula My Faithful Friend

You were always there
Whenever I needed a friend
You were comfort to me
Right to the very end

My sadness at losing you
Has brought me to tears
But your memory will be with me
All through the years

I know that you are safe now
In the heavens above
My faithful friend and guardian
Tula the angel of love





This was written for a friend of a friend that recently lost a family member, her faithful friend and puppy Tula. Many blessings to her and may her grief be replaced by the wonderful moments that she shared with her faithful friend. Smiles from Lena


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Making Friends

The puppy, it played out in the field
While the kitten, it watched so closely by
With intention to join in, the kitten moved
As it caught the attention of the puppy’s eye

The puppy, he stopped for a moment’s pause
As the ball in his mouth had fallen to the ground
“Hi, my name’s Tiger, I play here, what’s yours?”
The kitten then retreated, without making a sound.

The puppy picked up the ball, to play then again
This time he threw the ball so far and away
So close to the kitten, the ball had then rolled
The puppy gave chase and to the kitten did say,

“Come on, won’t you please, play with me here?
Playing ball is much fun, but it’s better with two.
So, tell me your name, come on I won’t bite,
Do you really have something better to do?”

The kitten, so shy, but wanting to play
Gave Tiger a smile and a wink of the eye
Then starting to run and play with the pup
She stopped for a second to give a reply,

“Thank you, new friend, I’d wanted to play.
It seemed you were having just so much fun.
Oh, by the way, my name is Kiddems.
Now, try and keep up, how fast can you run?”

The two, now as friends, had played and played
Each day they would meet, there in the park
From morning through lunchtime, into the eve
They could be seen, playing into the dark


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Leashed

Tethered to the controlling hand
Feeling, just can’t get away
Pulling force, barking commands
Only option, to sit and stay

Voice is heard, so strong, so fierce
Yet somehow calm, so at ease
As pet now whimpers, begging love
Sounds from one, upon their knees

To give to master, smile on face
Is all one really wants to do
As rest of world becomes erased
The master stays as only view

To have it any other way, say not
Chained up here, one wants to be
Pleasuring now, here on the spot
Hoping master not set me free