My parents said I could not keep the black, stray cat.
They explained our canary would not survive that.
Parents out, a sitter, and my four-year-old mind
Let the cat in and hoped for the best in due time.
I am ashamed to have plotted murder when four,
Sad an innocent bird died cause I liked cats more.
The whole family loved that sweet cat, “Little Bit”,
Plus, I promise, I have planned no other death hit.
February 24, 2016
Contest: It’s Time To Fess Up
Sponsor: Lin Lane
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
Now usually when a spider finds its way into my home
I squash it right away saying, hey my space alone
But one day I came upon a fuzzy little spider there upon my dryer
Frantically running up and down the chrome strip which looked like a mirror
He bravely reared up and fought this villain in his way
Up and down this battle raged a good part of the day
I laughed so hard my stomach hurt, but he didn't care
He boldly continued his plight, the enemy was near
The battle over and he's laying still, I wonder to myself
Was it victory? Or was he awaiting his pending death?
I gently took him outside and placed him on a tree
And told him, you're the mightiest little spider I ever did see
Copyright © Donna Jones | Year Posted 2013
Hello my friend, good day to you; I see you got my note
It's time we had a face to face about that crazy goat!
He made a mess, broke in my barn; ate up my buds and cans
And when I tried to chase him out, he kicked my bloomin' fan
Now see here Mr. Farmin' Man, I know you from way back
But if you don't restrain that goat - I'll stretch his scrawny neck!
Me and that goat been fightin' long; he thinks he won this time
So I'll show him today for sure that I'm still in my prime
That goat won't get the better of me; I'll trap him with some hay
I'll lay a path straight to the barn and lead him in that way
Oh darn! He's smarter than I thought, he ate up to the door
He stopped and turned then shook his tail like he don't want no more
Aww shucks - there's got to be a way to trap that crazy goat
He's found new ways into my barn - I'll send another note
This time though Mr. Farmin' Man, I will not shout and wail
I'm goin to git the Sheriff now and throw that goat in jail!
Copyright © Neva Romaine | Year Posted 2015
A giraffe approached
An elephant met me on the jungle path
I stored many thoughts in his trunk
A monkey smiles at me
Now I have no more bananas
A zebra wants to discuss the issues of life
I replied, such things are never black and white
On a boat, an alligator swam by
He offered to sell me an old family briefcase
I have, I confess a gold fish with blonde hair
I named her Donald as bizarre as it seems
I tried to hire a group of rabbits
I said it’s the carrot or the stick
They were hopping mad
Multiplying their demands
I gave in
My coyote lawyer was useless in such matters
Alas as I am older now
So I bought a turtle
He slows me down a little
I slow him down a lot
I now have a great admiration
For Dr Doolittle
Who after all
Did a little and a lot
Although there was that one case never solved
No one though, really gives a quack!
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
Another war crime to add onto a bucket list
that goes on far beyond our mind
Another human rights violation unheard of
when is this world going to awaken
The sleeping giant filled with grace
and bring those murdering monsters to trial
So as they may face justice
their justice returned onto them
So many masks fall away in a world arena
Greed and pride invades countries
Forcing poor innocence to suffer
trying to bring order with chaos and control
Desecration of the holy lands
innocent blood spills on sands of our times
Each and everyone of us knows morally right
There is a worth in every death
The moons have bled
I see it now opening behind scenes
Pray God be merciful unto the blind hiding
open their eyes for a moment
In a just democracy power is the people
understand this ninety per cent of all killed
Innocent people says it all sealed
In the name of the cross and ark of our covenant
They who love in God's name will speak
Holy Spirit holds the castle fort commands you
They who live on the dark side reek
peace for them does not exist
Killing machines show no mercy on suffering souls
Thou shalt not kill love's reminder enemy hates
Love thy neighbor spoken on the tablets
They have no morals standing within the light of truth
Spawn's of the Devil out of hell kills with burning lead
so we see behind the mask who deceives us
They who worship the golden calf again
as they do the anti-Christ's bidding
Reeking havoc upon this earth plundering
their soul aim is destruction givers
Treating people like animals clowned joke
reeks of vermin crawling underneath their skin
Angels upon this earth our battles has begun
we all can see the ignorance killing is not just
With twisted visions planning forward with no democracy
to kneel playing the key role fate our destiny awaits us all
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
I just found out two poodles that I bought
were ferrets! Ay caramba! And guess what?
To make each one resemble less a rat,
they gave them steroids, making them both fat!
They also fluffed their pretty fur just so
around their heads. So how was I to know?
Each one looked so much like a toy poodle
they had me fooled - whole kit and caboodle!
Our veterinarian has verified
the facts for me. Those poodle dealers lied.
And folks now say I should have realized
the truth, which stared at me with beady eyes!
Those ferrets sure run fast; I think I’ll buy
two tiny leashes, or else I could try. . .
to sucker someone stupider than me.
Hey, buy one poodle; get the other free!
I wrote this April 22, 2013 after hearing a news story about a guy who actually believed he had bought a poodle when it was a ferret on steroids! See above for the link to the news footage!
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
Deep in the meadow, where deer run wild in the open,
Papa bear was waking his two cubs from their sheltered den.
"Go out and play Cailyn and Jess, go discover something new,
and always remember you take care of me and I take care of you"
Jess went running as fast as can be leaving her little sister behind.
She wanted to run to the river to see what fishes she could find.
"wait up wait up" Cailyn shouted and hollered at her sisters back.
She followed slowly and carefully inside her sisters foot track.
Jess shouted back "Sis why can't you just let me be.
I don't need you right now and you don't need me"
This made little bear Cailyn so very sad, she ran and hid
Crying and crying from what her sister cub just did
Off in the distance she could here Jess scream
" Cailyn, Cailyn, come help. I'm stuck in the stream"
Cailyn went running as fast as her little legs would go
Having to help her sister, the only friend she did ever know
She just got there in time as Jess was about to fall
Reaching Cailyn helped her out, whew what a close call
The two dirty cubs went home to be with their dad
They fell a sleep in the then den, both of them glad
Papa bear's advice these two little bitty bear cubs was so true
"Always remember you take care of me and I take care of you."
Children's Fable Contest
Copyright © CT Duet | Year Posted 2014
Poor little Zena zebra was feeling oh so sad
She was born an albino, which made her look bad
Zena desperately wanted to fit in with the others
And have a stripy body like her sisters and brothers
Zena thought hard and came up with a cunning plan
She would paint some stripes, so she’d have great élan
Zena went shopping in a local hardware store
Bought some black paint for the stripes she’d adore
Her stripes were brushed on by a trusted friend
But quickly the can of paint came to an end
Sadly Zena hadn’t got any more money
Her half painted body looked rather funny
How the other zebra’s laughed at poor Zena
They called her names; they couldn’t be meaner
But good luck was on little Zena’s side that day
The rain lashed down and washed the paint away
For Zena had purchased watercolour paint
Now Zena’s back to white and she has no complaint
She stands out in the crowd because she is unique
Yes she’s different from the others but her look is oh so chic
Zena stands proudly in her white coat which shines so bright
She is delighted to say not everything in life is black and white
Moral of the story it is our differences that make us unique
A delightful Children’s fable Contest Sponsored by Carol Eastman.
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
Pretty Bessie the cow was on the pull -
she had her sights set on Billy the bull
To attract the attention of this young man
Bessie the cow came up with a cunning plan
She had plastic surgery to enhance the way she looked
When he saw the transformation that young bull was hooked!
Bessie the cow also had some body piercing done
But when it came to milking this wasn’t so much fun!
Billy admired her whilst he was grazing
Bessie’s body now looked ‘udderly amazing’
Soon Billy and Bessie fell head over heels
They are always together in the farmer’s fields
Many many thanks to Mama Bear for sending me the two pictures which inspired this poem
11th October 2016
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
Here kitty, kitty. Come out and play
I have a new bow for you today
You tore the blue one out so quick
With angry paw…you seemed quite ticked!
I want to dress you and show you off
So all the other bows I now have tossed
No purple or green to match your eyes
Or orange, nor pink that you despise
Polk-a-dots were just not right for you
You tore them to shreds a time or two
No stripes or plaids are in my hand
For these I know you could not stand
The white one was lost in your white fur
When it came out you purred and purred
Here kitty, kitty, now don’t you tease
I’ve a red one here that’s sure to please
Written for “Hello Kitty (World)” members contest.
Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2013
Furry little caterpillar in
your coat of black and brown
It's so very hard to tell
if you are up or down
From your lofty branch
you fall onto a leaf below
Only to decide again
that's not the way to go
you are so steadfast
in your flight
I have such sympathy
for your plight
As you inch about to and fro
I wonder why I love you so
Then as the miracle
of life's performed
With golden wings
you are transformed
Your former self left stiffly dried,
no more a furry coat inside
Now as you glide on currents high
I need not wonder ,why I sigh...
Tis you I love, my Butterfly!
Author Mary Thompson
Copyright © Mary Thompson | Year Posted 2013
Shopping day arrives and the shopper
has in mind
A delicacy called veal she knows she
It's in a nicely wrapped pack its contents
She'll cook it just right with some wine
But there's a sad story behind that Plastic
A baby's calf's body not long ago was on
He had cried and cried where did mama
She had never left him alone like this before
Then they led him at last down that scary
His legs were shaking and he tried hard not
He heard the cries from the animals all around
He thought he heard mama as he fell dead on
Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2016
He lay there all forlorn
Wishing someone would give him a home
His legs might be bent but he can still walk
Can be very verbal when we talk
He just lies here, has no one to love him
Eyes are so sad, heartache within
No one to hold him to say its ok
No one to watch him when he tries to play
There must be someone whose heart i melt
He thinks as he lays there with hope not felt
Whats this a little guy in a wheelchair
Went to pass by, but stopped to stare
Mam he cries he is just like me
Cant walk so good from what I can see
Can he come home with us he can ride on my lap
When his legs are tired, he's a bright little chap
So now there is hope and love in these eyes
I have a new playmate and a home thats a surprise
I am the happiest boxer pup in town
Have a big grin where once was a frown.
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2013
I lie here in the prairie wind
Covered by grass that has no end
Just a pheasant seeking shelter
From a world that's helter skelter
'Tis the season of guns and dogs
And grown up men in camo togs
I stay as still as I can lie
In hopes the world will pass me by
I hear a gun and words out loud
Announce a kill in words so proud
I see them turn the other way
And I will live another day
This land is mine, I know it well
And men with dogs can burn in hell
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2017
I built a platform between my house and the fence to dry out my pecans.
A squirrel stole some of my pecans and showed no remorse when I caught him.
He continued stealing right before my very eyes as if he had 'a right' to do so.
In fact, he passed within two feet of me, stopped, and stared me in the eye.
Not only did he disrepect me, but of this human being, he had absolutely no fear.
I'm no mind reader, but I believe I was able to read his spirit and bad attitude.
I would venture to say that he was annoyed by me as he said to himself,
"Would you leave me alone, because I'm only trying to feed my family!".
08252017PSContest, Animal Nonsense, Kevin Shaw
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2017
A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep
C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen
E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed
G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king
I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat
K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls
M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive
O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg
Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good
S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends
U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land
W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell
Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand
All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013
Once upon a time a hare challenged a turtle to a race.
A fox was appointed to establish the time and the place.
The hare made sport of the turtle's lumbering pace,
Saying, "I'll give you a head start so that you can save face!"
The race began and the hare became bored and lay down for a nap,
But the turtle plodded on since he was a determined old chap.
The hare woke with a start and not seeing the turtle in view,
Brushed the sleep from his eyes and away he flew!
He saw the turtle nearing the finishing line,
And mused, "No sweat! Everything will be fine!"
But old mister turtle crossed the line with a flair,
Out'fox'ing the hare and winning the race by a 'hare!'
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2015
Goliath the frog was gigantic in size,
often ridiculed out of despise.
He measured as high as six feet tall
and labeled the number one oddball.
But one day, at Frogville's annual event,
intruders stormed in with malicious intent.
"Yummy! Delicious frog legs," they said.
"Perfect for tonight's dinner spread!”
Goliath watched quietly from up on his log
as they began caging each and every frog.
Then suddenly he leaped with all his might,
straight into town to defend their rights.
"Set them free!" He croaked. "Or deal with me!"
"Our legs are for jumpin'; not for munchin'!"
Shocked at Goliath's enormous size,
the villains ran off with fear in their eyes.
All the Frogvillians cheered "HORRAY!
Thank you Goliath for saving the day."
Later, they gave him an award of distinction
for saving the frogs from extinction.
And although he is now dead and gone,
the legend of Goliath the frog still lives on!
by Ana Espinola Collins
Copyright © Ana Espinola Collins | Year Posted 2015
I’m riding your horse, no giddyap allowed,
simply plunge into the deepest unknown.
Your voice sets the pace, it whispers
into the ears of my ride, sometimes they twitch
sometimes they find water, sometimes
the waterfalls absorb all thought. I lean
over neck, sample horse blood like a vampire,
like a computer’s command mode
taking over my brain, allowing my heart
to beat in tune, my feet to turn to hooves
and kick up or canter, moving with the rhythm
and flow, feeling the sweat of the sun
overhead and the damp of shady pines
and raking the grasses until they rustle over skin.
This is how I know you: the whisper on the wind
the stroke along my frame, the bed stead
in which I dream, the places of unimagined
like a lure, a bait, overtaking me, leading
me down a road I’ve never found
until you lent the movement of ride forever.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013
Build an ark out of gopher wood that’s what I want from you.
Noah said he would to God and he and his sons set out to do.
Take two of all the animals of the unclean variety
But seven of the clean kind, are you listening Noah to me?
Yes lord I hear you, and I will do your Will.
Can you tell me how long before, the water the earth will fill?
Build the ark now Noah, and do not question me
You have a huge task ahead, and I will save your family.
The ark now built, the pitch spread, the unclean animals passed two by two
The pigs the camels and unclean ones, for food I do not give to you.
As for the clean ones, take seven of each I say
And then there will be food for you, when you leave the ark one day.
But what about the unicorn God, they are so hard to find?
I am afraid then Noah, said God, that he must be left behind.
If we find another though, is it a beast unclean or clean
Would we need seven or two, I am not sure what you mean?
If you find another one Noah, the rains I will keep away
Because I am now telling you. the last one has flown today
Oh my Lord why is that, the unicorn is so fine
Yes, said God to Noah, and that’s why he is mine.
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2013
CREATURES GREAT AND SMALL
Of all creatures great and small
Insects are most assiduous folk of all
They perform assigned duties each day
And let nothing dissuade them on their way
The till the soil and collect the forage
Their labor brings them food, some for storage
Their diligent spirits have no equaled pace
Mostly repulsed by a higher stationed race
Human beings became Self appointed superiors
But without these small beasts humans would be their inferiors
Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2014
All Porto geese
Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014
He's poorer, who rapes
Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014
Oh Tommy cat, precious little guy,
You knew we came to say good-bye.
Our hands reached out to stroke your fur.
We all knew what would soon occur,
That you would have a lasting sleep,
And in our hearts your love we'd keep.
For fourteen years you were at home,
Brought joy and love where you did roam,
Waiting to greet us at the door
As soon as our feet touched the floor.
Oh yes, how we felt your sweet love,
And soon you'll watch us from above.
They laid you in my arms until
That shot relieved you of your will.
Still, in in my arms, you lay asleep,
Kitty heaven where angels keep.
I asked my aunt who loved cats so
To come to greet you when you go.
She heard me, this is how I know.
Overhead was a huge rainbow. . !
February 23, 2016
Furry Friend Contest
Sponsor Royal T.
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016
Tails and claws in reefs, with opiates for pain,
Bad sight, ten legs and dollar profits to be made.
Prior to their own demise, they dined on fish and mollusks,
To savor and munch away with epicurean palettes.
Galleys rattle while lobsters kneel and pray,
“Boil!” and “Cut!” Chef Lemon-Snow conveys.
Tears bubbling away in ancient pots,
Chef Lemon-Snow the hunger his backdrop.
Blue-bloods in pails toiling to resist the boil,
Steaming, to find their destiny with olive oil.
Simmering delicious fare, extravagance to savor,
Lobsters expire while Lemon-Snow only seeks the flavor.
Proud crustaceans once gray now boiling red,
Scented mist of mild aroma, ravenous we fed.
Copyright © julie heckman | Year Posted 2014
In the midst of the dewdrops that sparkle the morning
the bluebird of happiness sang without warning.
Basking in the sun of a new day's light
then spreading it's wings for a first day flight.
The sun grew so large in the painted sky
while creatures stirred in the forest nearby.
Frolicking in the shadows the animals play
in search of new adventures that may come their way.
They stop and they sniff as humans come near
to their woodland home but they feel no fear.
As the dewdrops fade into afternoon delight
the evening comes a calling with a beautiful starlit night.
The furry ones scurry towards peaceful repose.
In the forest they'll sleep till the morning light glows.
Peace and love flourish in this forest all day long.
May your mind enjoy the beauty before it's all gone.
Thanks Deb... I enjoyed working on this with you as well...
Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2013
The true story of the American west
Is one of killing field slaughters and
The bison killers worked day and night
They were all busier than a kennel full
of dogs in heat
The bison had never seen anything
And therefore knew nothing of how to
Their bodies piled up on prairies by the
While human beings continued their
Humans had no thought about an animal's
Mention of such would have laughed them
into a slop bowl
This all points out a basic flaw in the nature
The evidence was there since man's time on
Animals to Man are just mechanized bodies
of meat and fur
Causing no lapse of conscience for killings
But human beings think to improve Mother
What they forget is this mother suffers no fools
When Man becomes comfortable in his unnatural
Then mother will send earthquakes and floods to
level Man flat
Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2015
A BEAR OF A PROBLEM
Mother bear has said no climbing trees
in the woods
But she climbs higher than little bear
It's sometimes a good exercise this
There are occasions when you're safer
up off the ground
Of course when climbing high up in a tree
A bear never knows what the next
encounter will be
A small bear advancing near a bee hive
Should have stayed below before here
But aroma of honey caught his attention
Except one thing mom forgot to mention
These small creatures called bees
Have needles in their little rears
And a sting from them will bring a baby
bear to tears
And then the speed of this baby bear's
Would match an Olympian's best
all time sprint
Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2014
Who would have guessed/ the love carried for a beagle no less
Lily howling at the moon/ with ears long as her toes our coon
she gave birth to Bambi with no tail/ jack a be , 3 yrs later she is ours still
no describing the love for our girls / dressed in pink shirts and curly frills
the girls don't like when we leave home / they show us for leaving them alone
the pillows torn and howling non stop / we love our girly beagles until we drop
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
An owl is a peculiar bird,
with strangest voice you've ever heard.
He has an almost human face.
I'd recognize him any place.
He hasn't very much to say,
but still he says it night and day.
No matter whom he's talking to,
He keeps on asking, "Who? Who? Who?"
In hot July or cold December,
your name he simply can't remember.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014