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From the distance they could see the light.
Flickers, shinning in the still of the night.
In front all they could see was darkness,
a blackness that took over the forest.
They had been traveling for many hours.
Hungry, tired, hurting from the many days
on the road they thought each day they
would reach the place they had heard about.
Exhaustion took over they fell into a deep sleep.
Morning came way to quickly their bellies growling
from hunger, their mouths dry sore from not
having much needed water it did not look good.
Than in the distance they heard rustling in the
brushes away off a voice calling out are you there?
The huddled together staying ever so quiet because
they knew what this kind was capable of doing to them.
Again the soft gentle voice calls out to them is there
anyone there? please follow my voice and I will take
you to a place where you will never want for anything.
They took a chance and followed the voice carefully.
At the end of the road there was a house with lights.
It was small but it was beckoning them to come on.
The voice said go ahead it is okay for you are at the
house of The Keeper she will keep you from harm.
So they went ever so carefully one step at a time.
Meowing quietly, the door opens and they run away.
Shhhh she said it is okay now I won't hurt you I promise.
So she sat on the porch steps for hours waiting patiently
for them to come out from their hiding place so she could
feed them, bandage their wounds and bathe them.
Finally they came inching closer and closer to the food.
She sat quietly watching them gobble down the food so
fast they choked, drinking water like it was a precious
jewel they had just discovered for the first time.
When they finished they allowed her to pick them up.
Holding them close to her heart wrapped in a warm blanket.
She whispered in their ears that they will be loved, feed,
no more harm will come to them if they would just trust her.
Broken trust was something she was all to familiar with.
The kitties lay sleeping after eating, drinking their wounds
bandaged, all bathed wrapped snug in their warm blankets.
Knowing their journey, pain, was over because they had
followed the voice who lead them to house of The Keeper.
Let's see..which one do I write about; we got ten.
The four in the house can cause quite a stir,
and every one is worthy of paper and pen,
But the last shall come first so I'll talk about her.
That little black fur coated thing was two months when we found her,
With four other siblings thrown from a car and left to flounder,
She was one of five kittens huddled together on the road side,
When my bride rode up on her horse, they didn't even try to hide.
Just meowed "we're hungry and scared. What took you so long?"
This little one got me because it was just so danged wrong!
She worked her way over to me dragging a hind leg and missing an eye!
Some folks can be so damned mean it makes you want to cry.
Gail rode back to the house to get them a cage,
and our animal loving neighbors came over in a rage.
They took two of them to add to their fifteen.
That left us with two scrappers and this little queen.
We called the humane society and as usual, they were filled,
so we had to keep them; we didn't want 'em killed.
That little furry one eyed gimp's trying hard to win my heart,
But of course I won't let her; didn't like her from the start.
It's been a couple months now; she's much stronger and bolder,
She probably thinks I'll come to like her just because,
when I walk to the barn, I let her ride on my shoulder..
She'll never get me to like her,.. that furry little mink,..
but... if it ever did...I think I'd name her... "Wink".
Where were you when the lights went out.
In my world I work in little clumps.
Today I worked outside for instance.
I planted a few things, raked the yard
poisoned some weed and fire ants
I have much from which to choose.
The sun room needs tweaking.
The fireplace needs cleaning for sure.
There is always something leaking.
My short haired poodle. A killer. Ha Ha
Keeps away those, house to house selling
Last week I organized my hobby room.
What ensued was really worth telling.
Roscoe, the dog sleeps in the hobby room.
Along with a nine foot boa constrictor
A sea turtle with one leg missing
and a harmless eight inch tarantula.
While cleaning I checked out an old artifact.
I have a frontier bear trap, a terrible thing.
It was set, ready to spring, on the floor
so delicate that a fly can trip the spring
A small snake with red and black rings
came through the door, a king no doubt
I thought, how terribly unusual was this
coincidence. Just then the lights went out.
Roscoe barked, the bear trap sprung
I lunged for the emergency light at the stair
No need, the lights came back on
and the sight I saw in that room there!!!
Turtle, completely withdrawn, was in the trap.
Roscoe in the terrarium, tarantula playing dead,
The snake disappearing tail first into boa’s mouth
followed a few minutes later by its head.
Aug 15 2010 For Sharon's Pet sit contest
Not My “Buddy”
When my friend Nancy moved to a new apartment
For the remainder of her Senior year
Her doggone dog “Buddy” was not allowed
As she asked for my help, I was moved by her tears
A tiny brown mutt who wore a red bandana
Was not a visitor I wanted to take in
But she thought her dog was the top banana
To ease Nancy’s concerns, I finally took him
He was supposed to come with food and instructions
Never before had I provided for a dog’s care
But when Nancy drove up and Buddy arrived at my house
His food and care guide had vanished in thin air
My cats were upset, hid under the couch and bed
As Buddy sniffed around the house for playmates
I called Nancy when Buddy tore up my new rug
She said he was lonely and just needed a date
Nancy suggested I take him on car trips
Buddy fancied himself to be a world traveler
But dog smells linger and I gave him no rides
So he found vengeance by climbing into a sewer
The nine-month school year lingered forever
By now my cats had taken to escaping in trees
When June finally came, I couldn’t wait to say goodbye
But that’s when Nancy sobbed and moaned, “Oh, pretty please.”
Her mother didn’t want Buddy at her house either
And Nancy asked me to keep him all summer
When I replied, “No, he needs to spend time with you”
I quickly lost my best friend, what a bummer!
We had a kitty with three kinds of spots,
They were black, orange with pretty white socks;
Titty Von Tittzenburg was her name,
But Titty the Kitty was her fame.
A house is not home with no pussy cat,
One that curls up on a rug or a mat.
She looked older than her seven years,
But loved someone scratching behind her ears;
She'd swirl back and forth with a yearning wish,
Meowing loudly for a plate of fish.
She's got nine lives and will live forever,
As she stalks the house looking so clever;
Looking for mice is her favorite game,
And the mice she finds are never the same.
She has to take them outside to eat,
And when done all that's left is a tail and the feet,
Then sitting with a smile on satisfied lips,
She stalks off with a swaying of hips.
But best of all is when she curls up to purr,
Then I snuggle up to cuddle with her.
For Francine's Pick a Pet Contest.
July 7, 2011