Created for us with such velocity
A stage for life with such grandiosity
The stars, the planets, the moons God hurled
As all of creation he unfurled
And the grandest thing formed by God’s hand
His final creation was that of man
Vegetation, animals, and birds of the air
And then from man he formed woman so fair
He knew every aspect of his plan
We received intellect so we could understand
That he was our God and he’d always care
Wherever we went he’d always be there
He then gave man our free will and free choice
So each could have their own unique voice
Their own path to travel their own song to sing
Put in man's terms to do our own thing
So, lift up all voices and give to him praise
His son died for us then he did raise
All of his plans one day we will see
Our stairway to his presence for all eternity
I’m grateful that I know…
something that in every part of the world is true…
If we teach our children to be kind to animals
there’s a good chance they will grow up
and be kind to people too.
A BUSY DAY IN NATURE
Spiders building webs…
Maggots metamorphosing…
Free flies flip flopping…
Too large to avoid everyone knows it's here
not wishing to collide they won't stand too near
nor broach the subject they keep it under wraps
Mum's the word keep it under your hat
they all walk 'round it talk around it
they're not blind so what gives
it's unkind to animals and who wants to live
with an elephant in the room
too large to evade it's something they ignore
not wanting to impede but can't close the door
a line they won't cross they'll avoid it at all costs
just sit there and stare
even sweep it under the rug with a broom
but with lumps and bumps that big
how long can they keep on pretending it's not there
the elephant in the room
Cold weather
Rain pouring
Woman sleeping
Black bears watching
A miracle happens
A young woman safe sleeping
The black bears staring
What a good story to tell
Amen
Scientist in the present are
Trying to play God with the future
Pre-historic animals have been discovered
Still in tack, and you're trying to
Recreate the past that wasn't
Meant to be, dinosaurs and other
pre-extinct animals were destroyed
Millions of years ago for a reason
Humans and dinosaur animals
We're not meant to live together
And I'm not planning on being
The meal, how can anyone be okay
With this or allow anyone to do this
This is the present not the past
According to the ballad,
Davy Crockett, born in Tennessee
(part of North Carolina at the time),
kilt him a b'ar when he was only three
(altho' only a song,
always had my doubts about cruelty to animals
from one so young).
Playing with it night and day, young Davy
should have taken more care
(had a hunting reputation),
he pulled the arms and legs off
his toy teddy bear.
Even at that early age, our Davy
really was quite unfair
(King of the Wild Frontier),
he knocked the stuffing out of his toy teddy bear.
I called to the monkey who wore a pinstriped suit,
Found out the giraffe and hippo are mute.
Saw a man stare at a lemur 'til dark,
Like he was waiting for some kind of spark.
The leaves fell from trees, an impressive display,
So I waved my arms like I made it that way.
A woman made comment to me, "Don’t be silly,"
As a flamingo tapped by, all dressed up and frilly.
Sun-bear, lions, and kangaroo too,
A gorilla looked like he had nothing to do.
Sunning themselves, no care in the world,
While a shoebill gave my head quite the whirl.
A man with some popcorn meant for a snack,
Tossed some to pigeons—who launched an attack!
He zigzagged away, arms flailing in dread,
Yelling, “They pooped on my head!” as he fled.
A grandma danced by the penguin parade,
Imitating the shuffle those little ones made.
They watched for a moment, then gave her a glance,
And waddled behind her to join in the dance.
I stretched with a yawn, gave one last glance,
At flamingos mid-strut and a penguin dance.
With a heart full of wonder and shoes full of dirt,
I left the zoo grinning, my cheeks kinda hurt
some fight each other
some learn to play together
others co-exist
Zoo life is where some live, they are trapped in the zoo of life.
They stay all day in the zoo, living in their cage.
They wait to see all the people pass them by so they can jump up and down, and make a show.
They need love and care; they only want attention from us.
Maybe some want to eat us.
They love to have so many visitors to see them in their zoo life.
They are so cute with their ways, they make us look with amazement at their life.
They are feed and live in a cage, they love all of their life.
Some you can pet on their head, others are dangerous because they may bite.
Some are warm and cute, they only want to be loved.
The zoo life is amazing, to go and see all the animals.
They are just like us, learning and loving life.
So, I have learned that zoo life is fun, that we must, remember that some live in a zoo life.
Black Birds Flying at Wal-Mart
I see them gather, flock on flock,
At 7:30am sharp, they start to squawk and talk.
The sun peeks up, the horizon glows,
The air alive with cackles and crows.
Their feathers bristle, sharp and black,
They soar and dip, they dart fourth and back.
Their eyes, a yellow shining disc,
Reflect the light, a golden whisk.
The parking lot, their chosen stage,
They flutter, and fly in trees they engage.
Heads turn left and then to right,
When they fly the sky turns a speckled night.
They peck at crumbs, on scraps they dine,
Their steps in rhythm, a sequenced line.
Among the cars, they dance and sway,
When humans enter their territory they fly away.
From tree to light poles they take their flight,
Under the Walmart’s neon light.
Upward they rise to poles they glide,
On top of Walmart’s walls they nest and subside.
On the back of the wind, they wheel, and turn,
For insects, food, their hunger burns.
The Black Birds gather on shopping carts.
Masses of Black Birds flying at Wal-Mart.
All the Other Animals
They Don't Swear
'Cause They Can't Talk.
But They Sure Do
Curse A Lot!
Oooo!
Controversial!
Really?
-Gray Squirrel
04-27-2025
The perfect petals puncture the fabric’s purple-blue,
And silver-platter fins paint the water every hue.
A globed sky has thawed, ripe with pine and sapphire stars—
And the glinted sheen of the oil graze on your lips reminds me who and where you are:
South; below the electric-white moon,
Bright enough to bleach my bones and leave me a fool.
Both sun-blind at midnight, rainbow scales in the night light,
Finding the love in the cracks of your paw—unlimited, yet finite.
Newborn, yet aching, with nothing left to give,
With famine’s touch still singing, but no love to let live.
It was my intention to escape you before we met again,
But the bends of the grizzly river flow, uncaring and unwavered—
And now your soft claws have my head, again wishing to be savored.
Birds
Rabbits
Red tailed hawks
Little chipmunks
Gorgeous butterflies
Feral cats cute kittens
Crazy tiny fast squirrels
Most majestic cool dragonflies
Some dogs leashed other dogs unbridled
Silent but smart, steady and swift barn owls
Animals creating euphoria
Compassionately loving partners
Nature's eloquent beautiful
Serene equilibrium
Like roseate brushstrokes
Upon heart's canvas
Humanity
Harmony
Cherish
Life
Once upon a time on a quiet walk
I felt strongly that I was being watched.
Stood still and listened, but heard nothing.
Then noticed the trunk of a small brown tree.
A tiny snake was sliding down it, without sound.
Another time I was walking in the forest at dusk.
I heard the crunch of leaves next to me as I walked.
I turned and a large doe was walking next to me.
We walked together about six yards, then she noticed me
And she bound into the woods; showing me her white tail.
My third story is of a mama raccoon.
I was sitting in my garden at twilight
Surrounded by stone statues.
Mama raccoon began walking right to me.
She had five babies trailing her.
I slowly got up. She gave me a startled glance and was gone.
The babies were gone too.
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