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I noticed several tiny flutters upon the
grassy field today.
I gathered myself and went to see
what was underway.
I noticed it was a little bird with its wings all
folded and rain swarmed.
I opened up my hand to it and caressed
it with my hand's warmth.
It's tiny little eyes looked up at me in a look
of such distress that I took it and put in the deep
pocket of my dress.
I took it home and desperate to help it
I brought it in. From there a special bond
between us did spiritually begin.
I took it near the fire, its little wings I
opened and began to dry. For almost a moment
there, I thought I seen it cry.
I fluffed up its feathers and feed it some
broth. Covered the bird in a warm, soft cotton
cloth.
Later on that very evening I heard a tiny
but significant shutter.
My heart was filled with laughter as I seen
it's wings begin to flutter.
I gathered the bird once more in my warm
and inviting hands, and at that very moment,
I learned what it meant to love more than man.
I released the tiny bird and watched it take
unhindered flight.
In time maybe it will return and sing, and
to my ears bring a welcomed delight.
A sharp elbow in my ribs,
Listen,she hissed.
The regular thumping on the back door
Brought me wide awake.
Stealing nervously to the passage window
I squinted out.
There bathed in the moonlit glow
Stood a big Alsatian
Coiled to launch yet another assault.
Relieved I crept back to bed,
He'll be gone in the morning.
Morning saw me gingerly open the the back gate
To see him stretched out
Back firmly pressed against the door.
Alert,he sprang up confident,not cowed,
He,the visitor,making us feel at home.
Never did he intrude,
Only upon invitation would he enter the house.
Sadly we knew
his time with us would be short.
He did stay but a few days.
Had he been dropped off on the road
Late at night,as happened in those parts?
Master gone,relatives unwilling
To hold on to the faithful old retainer?
On walks he never strayed
Throwing back a watchful eye
To check we were not lagging.
His was a soft mouth,never wolfish,
Gently easing food from the feeding hand.
On the day that he had to go,
We were apprehensive.
Ready for snarls or whimpers of resistance
We heard neither.
Once the trailer cage snapped open,
With an almost philosophic lope
He leapt lightly into the cage,
Settling,head held high,paws outstretched.
As the trailer swung out of the driveway,
His image was branded upon my heart.
There are red and green snitchies in my fingers,
They rapidly chase me down my wooden hall.
Delightedly twirl me I into a mass with their zingers,
Eleven can quickly roll me into a giant ball.
An enormous blue green snitchie ball is on top of the frig.
Keeps me from going willingly into my very own kitchen.
Six are around the corner, laughing, playing lifetime bridge.
I can clearly hear the oldest craziest one britch'n.
I close my eyes and cringe, the start of every single weekend day.
Snitchies in my mind, making me feel like something is off.
Pink and lavender snitchies, yelling “hey, woman get up, hey!”
Grandma Snitchie is knitting an afghan, and I hear her cough.
I close my eyes and pretend I am asleep or dead or have had a fall.
Ignoring them in the nicest way, knowing how fast they can roll me.
Into a snitchie ball. Uncomfortable before I have bath-roomed at all.
My heart stops as I hear an army of them stomping down the hall with glee.
Their stories were charming at first, so I let a few in, but they got old fast.
I hold myself in a very polite “I am dead” sort of way, hoping they will leave.
Surely this Snitchy Colony they have made in my house cannot forever last.
They bounce me off and roll me up, so now I am sort of almost a bit peeved.
Guess what? We’ve made you our mayor, they yell happily.
I am excited, because I did not know I had even run!
I fly through the air and someone catches me quite snappily.
I giggle and laugh. Being the Mayor has made this semin-hostile Snitchie Take Over quite fun!
It is too early
it's a middling time.
Nature lures,
leads us on to a pause
where the weather
is all wrong.
Ice licked stems
are unforeseen
by a too hasty thaw.
Defrosting groundhog's drip
in an almost warm sunshine,
loggers lean on silent buzz saws
their foreheads dry and clear.
People take a day off
from the winter grind
bobble hats
and puffer jackets
are laid aside like bad dreams.
They predict that tomorrow
the snow is going to be heavy footed
and extra lumpy
any hint of avian romance
will be indefinitely delayed.
Yet today is middling mild,
and Pollyanna
dreams of daffodils.
Silly Billy went along to the zoo
Right after he had the flu
That day the whole sky was blue
And he carried along his teddy Pooh
Silly Billy love walking to the park every day
He love watching the clouds in the sky,
Silly Billy was just a regular kid too
And he had a lot of friends at school like you.
Silly Billy best friends were Sue and his Pooh,
So when his parents took him to the zoo,
He was so happy to bring along his Pooh,
And show him all the places to see.
Silly Billy wanted to see everything in the zoo,
Starting with: the bears, the tigers, and all the monkeys too.
Silly Billy asked his dad to let him feed all the animals you see,
But his dad told him, he couldn't do that, 'cause that was a wrong thing to do.
Silly Billy loved all the animals in the zoo
He was so happy to have spent there the day
He had so much fun enjoying all the view
His father promised him to bring back another day.
Silly Billy went back home content with his Pooh,
He gave a big hug to his mom and his dad that day;
The day was still beautiful but was almost through
Silly Billy smiled and looked up at the sky still blue.
Silly Billy went along to the zoo
Right after he had the flu
Silly Billy went along to the zoo
With his family and his teddy Pooh.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2007
October, 5, 2014
This should be a sad place
There are no playgrounds, schools
One tap for an intire village
Their toys are rocks and sticks
There is a skinny goat running beside them
I hear laughter such sweet laughter
running jumping squeals of delight
bright smiles beaming
So much unadulterated joy
chasing shadows on dusty ground
The slapping of bare feet
No Nike's or Air Jordans to aid their flight
Happiness in a place where none should exist
This should be a happy place
Playgrounds, schools
A bathroom for almost every room in the house
No need to share more than enough
Toys, computers, smartphones
Lonely dog sits in corner chewing his bone
Children texting
Tired from all their programs
What if they don't get into the right schools?
Futures planned
Present planned to the last remaining second
Fast tracked to depression
Don't dissapoint Mom and Dad
Best coaches, best teachers, best clothes
Anything they desire
Listen, listen
Where is the laughter
Who else is part of their tribe
who cares if you live or die
Sadness in a place where none should exist
We think we are the fortunate ones
Still where is the laughter beyond the painted smiles
FIRST MEN TO LAND ON MOON
We were returning from space
To colonise would become a race
Over population is bound to come
Moon or mars would become home for some
Tension was mounting high
I didn’t hear my companion sigh
History was been recorded
Would we survive to be rewarded
Almost a fait accompli
We were hurtling towards the sea
Our mission must not now fail
I nervously adjusted my mask to inhale
First men to land on moon
Reporters would write, very soon
But first the big splash
Let’s not be rash
Neil and I were alert
Politeness was trivial, we were curt
Stand by for countdown, copy me
Minutes later we were in the sea
Men helped us out
Proud of us not doubt
Some could only gape
Astounded we’d arrived ship shape
The people began to cheer
Not having lived our fear
We thought of our future fame
And revelled in it once again!
Get Ready!
Get ready, for New Year’s almost here.
Though last year may have been gray,
look forward with faith and have no fear.
Much you can do in the new year.
Make some resolutions without delay.
Get ready, for New Year’s almost here.
Perhaps the past year was severe.
You must strive to lose dismay.
Look forward with faith and have no fear.
You could make bad luck disappear.
Change your attitude and strongly pray.
Get ready, for New Year’s almost here.
If you work, better your career.
Enthusiasm and kindness display.
Look forward with faith and have no fear.
Are you bored? Find a new frontier!
Make old bad habits go away.
Get ready, for New Year’s almost here.
Look forward with faith and have no fear.
A Feline Fable
Old grandmother cow I think her name was Bessy.
Would often scold the kitty cats for leaving everything so messy.
She’d make sure they drank their milk and checked the barn for mice.
“Do things right the first time around, you won’t have to do them twice.”
“She’s old.” said the Tabby Cat, “Annoying.” cried the Devon.
“We’re almost grown.” moaned the Bobtail “I am nearly seven.”
“I hate answering her questions who, what where, and when?”.
“She asks them in the morning and the afternoon again.”
They came up with such a plan that it was hard deciding.
Each time they saw her coming the cats would all be hiding.
The first day it went all right as they hid beneath the grain.
She caught them running to the barn as it started to pour rain.
The second day they hid beneath the farmer's big, red truck.
It was awfully crowded. Two kitten's tails got stuck.
Vroom the roar of the motor could have sealed their fate.
Grandmother cow had a hunch and asked the farmer to please wait.
He stopped the truck and underneath saw those fearful eyes.
How Bessy knew they were there came as no surprise.
That old heifer had been on the farm since the property was sold.
She was as wise and kind as she was large and definitely old.
One by one grandmother cow rescued them with her tail.
She placed each cat quite softly on the top of a hay bail.
When the cats were accounted for, she told them to go home.
“It’s too late for you young kitty cats, You can stay up when you've grown.”
“ Respect your elders and listen you might learn something.”
02/06/2021
Written for Fabled Musings Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
I watched a hatching baby chick
struggling to break free from its shell
that was its home for many days
but now was time to say farewell
Mom had pecked into the shell
a tiny hole to start the process
She did her part dutifully
Now the chick must do the rest
I felt sorry for the struggling chick
and could almost feel the pain
I wanted to break off the shell
thinking it would ease the strain
Then I remembered someone said
The chick must struggle on its own
to start its heart and lungs working
for it to become fully grown
I stood and watched as a miracle
unfolded right in front of me
All by itself the chick broke out
and stood there so cute and furry
There is a lesson here for parents
who are raising a family
Be protective of your children
but do not do it overly
*I actually witnessed this event.
I wrote this after reading Evrod Samuel's
TOO MUCH LOVE CAN KILL
john beharry, Any poem/Any form - for new poets of soup, 12/1/2013