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The strongest and purest devotion that anyone can receive
can not be received from any person on this planet unfortunately.
The most devoted is presently at my feet, sleeping soundly as a log.
The more time that I spend with people, the more time I want to spend with my dog.
Dedicated to My Old Gal Tasha. No other has ever been as devoted to me as you.
Speaking as one specie to another, I Truly Love You.
I go here, I go there. You're always by my side,
but Tasha Girl, those are now better days gone by.
You no longer follow me like you used to do.
You're beginning to show signs that you're beginning to lose your youth.
Your tired legs may no longer follow me
but your sweet brown eyes are on me constantly
as you lay in your favorite spot so comfortably
never unlocking your loving gaze on yours truly.
I have a dear old cat named Simba who is wise beyond his years.
He likes to lounge upon my lap and have me scratch his ears!
His soothing purr relaxes me and calms the rhythm of my heart,
But more than that he shares subtle hints that keep me from falling apart!
He's taught me to be satisfied with what I have and not to fret.
He doesn't ask much of me - just food and drink and his needs are met.
Simba has also taught me to set aside time to muse and contemplate,
To take an occasional nap, be of good cheer and to watch my weight!
I've learned from him the virtue of patience (Lord knows I need more of that),
As for hours he stalks unwary prey and pounces upon it in nothing flat!
This inscrutable pal has shown me the importance of perseverance.
His ritual laves have made me conscious of maintaining my own appearance!
'Tis well known that cats are curious and he has honed my curiosity,
That I might apply myself to meet life's challenges with virtuosity!
Now, if only he would share with me the secret of how he survives,
That mysterious matter of reincarnation so that I can enjoy nine lives!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
You hunted me in the sea
You knew just where I would be
I would come up for air
With harpoons you were right there.
You slaughtered ones like me
In every ocean , every sea
not caring if young or old
Only the tales of being bold
You would chase me for miles
Shooting harpoons all the while
In most cases it was for fun
You did not care, I was on the run
You threw out your nets and floats
Knowing full well that they could choke
It could take me way down
So I could not breathe and drown
You would hang ones like me
On your boats for all to see
You did not care that I could see
My kind hanging before me
You hunted us , we are just a few
So little of us left, if you only knew
Extinction crept up so fast
Banning has got to last
Our numbers have so declined
Your race cannot be so blind
We once roamed the oceans and sea
now please just let us whales be.
dang blast that bus!
I was caught, near on the other side
of town, waiting in the bus shelter, under
the one ceiling heat lamp working....
close to sundown, with the temperature
dropping quickly, way past zero, and a
full-sideways-blowin' snowstorm 'bout
tippin' over the shelter.... I was startin'
to lose feelin' in my toes, and began
fightin' the shivers.....
dang blast that bus!
for some reason, I looked into the snow
swept corner, and there all curled up was
an injured squirrel, drawn to the only heat
around, tryin' to hang on!... I had gloves on
so I didn't worry about pickin' the poor thing
up, and I brought it to a nearby house that
had a light on.....
the kind people who lived there brought me
and my hurt squirrel inside, out of the blizzard!
.....turns out they were 'animal rescue' people!
and offered to nurse my squirrel buddy back
to health.... told me the buses had all been
cancelled due to the hazardous road conditions,
gave me a ride home and told me my little
squirrel buddy was lucky my bus never came!
(I look back now.... and think 'Guardian Angels' representin' me an' the
squirrel, were workin' overtime that night, smilin' at the outcome!)
It happened again this morning,
Funny how it catches me with no warning;
I see his waiting leash by the door,
But hear only echos of paws on the floor.
No time for tears, I’m late;
No gas in the car, have to wait
For my turn at the pump, and then
Get back on the freeway again.
Now stuck in traffic, road is blocked;
No one to punch me in, my pay will be docked;
Sirens wail past me with flashing lights,
I can’t even bring myself to pray they’re alright.
The cars inch forward, one by one;
Smoke becomes visible, shadowing the sun;
A burning building outlined against the sky,
Fireman running and rushing by.
The roof collapses in a final heave,
Flames rise higher as I turn to leave;
It catches me unprepared, wide open;
That soft ‘woof’; the sound of hoping.
He carried her, carefully through the smoke,
Cradling her singed body; my heart broke.
I watched as she nuzzled each of her seven
Then turned to her savior, as though in heaven.
It happened again this morning;
Funny how it catches me without warning:
This happiness at the sight of eight empty dishes
And eight wagging tails and eight waiting leashes.
"I thought you were never coming home again.
Please don't ever leave me at home alone again.
I Love You So Much! I thought you were never coming home!
Please don't ever again leave me at home all alone."
That's what my Tasha Girl says everyday to me.
When I return home from work, I'm left feeling very guilty.
She's so happy to see me that she cries literally
and all I hear in her cry is, "How could you have left me?"
I wish I could spend my every moment with her
but we both have to eat one would concur.
She doesn't understand or care about my responsibility.
All My Tasha Girl knows is that she wants to always be with me
and I too always want to be with her, but let's face reality.
I must work otherwise the both of us will not eat.
Always faithfully waiting at my door for the return of the one she'll always love.
I'll Always Love My Tasha Girl. My Loving, Devoted and Most Beautiful dog.
It's been so long ago since we both shared and parted company.
I can't even recall if you had a name.
If only you knew just how much you had meant to me.
Maybe you did. Maybe you felt the same.
I remember the day when we first met.
There you were enjoying the snack
that I had left for you or any one of your wild neighbors,
but it was you feasting that morning in my trap.
I was a kid who would humanely trap the occasional wildlife
then I’d keep them around for a while
in a large pen I had made
with the comforts of food, water and shade,
then I’d set them free again back into the wild.
Every captured animal I released, though I treated all royally
whenever they happened to be my captured guest,
would sprint back into their habitat with such eagerness to be Free,
But You Hung Around. You were not like the rest.
You and I were met by most with looks of amazement and bewilderment.
I was also no longer the helpless kid bullied by every punk.
Word quickly spread around
to all the bullies in town,
“Don’t mess with that kid who has the pet skunk.”
I won’t mention your name, Mr. Bully of Town Fame,
but do you happen to recall the day
when you and your group of punk friends
ambushed me yet once again,
but this time it was all of you who ran away ?
Such brave little cowards all of you were
as you all approached me with that look in your eyes.
You know the look that I mean.
It’s the look that was before long, no longer a surprise.
It was the look that says, “Look At Me ! I’m MEAN!!”
It was the look that said to me,
“This can only once again end painfully.
It’s Time Once Again For All Of Them To Beat Up On Me.”
You took one major good swing to my jaw and,
Oh yes, by the way,
my jaw didn’t work properly for many days after,
but I’d experience it again multiple times more,
if that were possible to explore
just to experience once again my joy and laughter.
That was the one and only punch that you landed on me,
And Then The Next Thing I Knew,
You were all crying and running away all frantically.
My Nameless Pet Skunk Skunked The Hell Out Of All Of You!!!
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My Nameless Pet Skunk Will Always Be
A Very Special Part Of My Childhood History.
By now you're most probably R I P my little skunk buddy.
I remember our good bye, a bittersweet cherished memory,
when you returned back to the wilderness to once again live wild and free.
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