Once upon a Christmas donkey
Mary in labor was led to a door
The man inside took pity on the young couple
Allowed them to stay in his stable
Where animals kept watch
Four-footed, hooved, and horned,
They understood that magic was afoot
Joseph was grateful for the place to stay
Being a kind, empathetic humble man.
A star in the east followed the steps of the donkey
Waiting in anticipation for the birth of our Christ, baby Jesus
Here's to what is next ...
My friend and I
are stuck in our rooms
and we can't get out
and my friend's a
four-footed friend
clearly, he can't get
himself out, besides,
I've got the key
but my problem is
I literally
painted myself
into a corner
and I'm not going
to have my costly
Ferragamo's
tarnished but
there's a spare key
that will unlock
this door then
I'll unlock my
four-footed friend
but the spare key
is next to a
false key so
what key will
open this door
and free me
so I can
free my friend.
Beasts who walk upright
More cruel than their four footed companions
We kill for ridiculous reasons
They only kill for food
Beasts we are, we humans
And arrogant
Many believing we are superior to others
Some professing to be queens and kings, possibly gods
The four footed ones are humble,
loving, giving, they have compassion
Their empathy should shame us all
But we are too arrogant to notice.
Shall I believe that you are not like me?
A dog is but a wolf no longer wild,
and though you are a faithful friend, I see,
you are four-footed like no human child,
my boy; and though you answer to the name
the same the brilliant poet reprobate,
there somewhere in my brain is the refrain:
each species God did separately create.
But Wallace fed by spoon his little pet
orangutan, and longed to take her home
to England’s soil, where Darwin’s tree upset
conventional belief. And I must own:
that when your gaze unblinking holds my eyes
I know our likeness cannot be despised.
Afraid?
Who should I afraid?
The two legged
animal
Or the four footed?
Should I afraid of
your might
Or the lure of your
wealth,
No mortar, no bullet
Death is the porter
Of poetess
Dickinson’s father’s
lodge
Life is a cheater, a
****
When hardship comes
It slicks away to
another land
Comes back when you
have enough honey
Out of your labour
whatever you produce
Eats up all like a
queen
I am afraid of none
If I am going to
afraid of anything
That is I
As I never know
When my mood swings
What I have disliked
till date
Without my knowledge
I start to love
That’s the fear of unknown
change
A dog, first great love for many boys..
Born of innocence and tumbling play
Adventures abound throughout their day
Such face licking kinds of simple joys
In time men grow old and see December
Having had other four footed friends to love
Cherished as little gifts from heaven above
But always that first big dog to remember
oh god help me please
a four footed beast
is chasing me
it has killing paws and eyes
i am running,my legs are becoming weak
my eyes are full of tears,my mind is ful of fears
what r my sins,my sins
oh god please help
i have to hunt,i am in
hunger for days
dont know fault of the angel
running infront of my eyes with emotion
but,i have to hunt u told before my creation
the angels throat in the beasts mouth,she has no clue
oh god,oh god u r brutal too
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