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October 6, 2015

 

 

And in the rat holes of dismay,

where ferrets hunt out daily prey,

and gunshots loud, cause shivered spines,

and rabbits flea their safe confines.

 

No warren, a haven, when vicious terriers

set free to instinctively act as couriers,

and naïve pheasants, at a lazy pace,

become tomorrow’s captured brace.

 

With hunters pleading ‘they were born to be dead,

whilst irate Salvationist’s see mists of red.

Who’s right?   Who’s wrong? – Life’s down to luck.

But caught in the cross-fire, limps off one lame duck!

 

And in the Badger versus Bovine debate

so much now sorted; some say too late.

Whilst those with a differing point of view,

still up in arms, as sense and reason stew.

 

So If you’re a lifelong animal lover,

then step this way, but do take cover,

for bullets flying through the air,

cannot distinguish who is there.

 

The Country fox, long since, saw some sense,

and with his cubs, headed for, the urban fence,

to a safer environment, he felt was right;

snuggling up in a wheelie bin for the night!

 

 

 

 

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August 25, 2015

 

 

By day, the mind quite occupied;

a list of things to do.

So vital, now forgetful;

another hour lived through.

 

By night, the mind awakened;

two cats at war, do howl.

The feral one, an interloper,

depositing contents of it’s bowel.

 

By day, the mind recalls

the disturbed sleep of the night,

and sees outside the window,

rabbit entrails – what a sight!

 

By night, the mind remembers,

to lock the cat indoors;

keeping riots to a minimum,

in the hope of cleaner floors.

 

 

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May 19, 2015

 

 

She knew when to bark.

She knew when to cry.

She knew when to comfort.

She knew when to sigh.

 

She gave us her best years,

did our trusted lass,

and repaid us with loyalty;

our darling had class.

 

From the day she was rescued,

until the day that she died,

she never put a paw wrong;

she was our joy and pride.

 

She knew when to play.

She knew when to protect.

What comfort at the pet cemetery;

her memory to respect.

 

The mainstay of our family,

was our border collie cross.

Her passing, devastating;

heavens gain was our loss.

 

 

 

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May 7, 2015

 

 

Oh, for the sound

of Fortisimo!

His voice at a screech;

he sure let me know,

when he was lonely,

or tired of being ignored.

When in need of human affection,

oh how he yelled and implored.

 

Oh for the sound

of Fortisimo!

I’m half the person I was

as he probably knows.

I could win the Lotto,

that had rolled many a week,

and not feel as happy

as when his love I would seek.

 

Oh for the sound

of Fortisimo!

That little Siamese bastard,

just won’t let go

of my stolen heartstrings,

my mind, and each thought.

But my family would leave home,

if another I bought!

 

 

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February 26, 2015

 

 

When Bimbo Barker

was around,

he sat with them

when grief they found.

When his family knelt

by the television,

he felt their pain;

that dog had vision.

 

That Bimbo Barker;

one cool dude,

lived in the days of

‘Get Back’ and Hey Jude’.

When Radio Caroline

was at it’s height,

he lay by their bed

throughout the night.

 

When Bimbo Barker died,

with problems in old age,

not very long after,

they turned another page.

A transition time,

that was pure hell,

until Paddy Parka

rang their bell.

 

And saw them through

the grimmest days,

with his trust and loyalty,

and loving ways.

They said Bimbo Barker

must have filled him in,

on the do’s and don’ts

of fitting in.

 

That Paddy Parka;

one understanding soul,

helped when they spun,

out of control.

Only him alone,

in this world knew,

a closely guarded secret,

that on silence grew.

 

and for a time,

all was going well;

none of them sensing,

the parting knell.

Or another transition time,

that was on it’s way,

as Paddy Parka went to heaven,

after a fatal RTA.

 

‘No more’ they said;

‘now you are wed’.

‘We’ve done our bit,

our hearts have bled’.

‘It will be hard,

but we’ll survive somehow,

and anyway, a dog,

would outlive us now’!

 

A life without a dog;

a life that was unknown,

though, they switched to cats,

as cat’s stand on their own!

Or so they thought,

with a welcoming wave,

But in no time at all,

they became their slave.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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February 1, 2015

 

 

I caught his eye,

his tail wagged to and fro,

and boredom from

his mind did go.

 

The connection just

the bond he needed,

when tethered to a table

feeling so impeded.

 

He’d sat and stood,

and lay and rolled.

God, he was bored;

his face a story told.

 

All he yearned for

was a lengthy walk,

but all they did,

was sit and talk,

 

and talk and talk,

and rant and rave,

about sod all,

just her and Mave.

 

With him not being

a ‘working dog’,

each day to him

was just groundhog.

 

Just then he saw,

his mistress stand,

but not a glove did she

put on her hand,

 

instead she trotted

off to the bar,

to order desserts,

after adjusting her bra.

 

In disbelief, the dog

slumped back to the floor,

and licked his balls,

til they were sore.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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January 16, 2015

 

 

And though the litter

just days old,

it took only moments

to spot one so bold.

 

And then the greediest

by hunger led,

had soon gained weight,

and had the largest head.

 

The mild mannered one

waited in the queue,

until her mother’s teat

appeared on view.

 

But the smallest one

that they said might die,

I reared myself,

when he caught my eye.

 

 

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December 7, 2014

 

 

and in a life

that was suppressed,

with one’s best efforts

always second best,

 

there was comfort waiting

by the fire,

never judging, and without

a crossed wire.

 

And when they failed to see

you’d come home now,

always the cat sat waiting

to say me-ow.

 

No better calmer;

that snugly ball,

who read the signs

and said ‘just sod ‘em all!

 

 

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October 29, 2014

 

 

I saw a large cat

with an extra long tail,

disappear through my hedge

during a snow-blizzard gale.

 

It’s black sleekness stood out;

I thought ‘Dear god, what’s that?’

I knew in an instance,

it was no ordinary cat.

 

It was the day before Christmas Eve;

how I remember it well.

I picked up the phone;

surrounding neighbours to tell.

 

With heart beating fast,

I recalled my sheer fright,

when seeing the creature,

switch on, my security light.

 

I told of it’s ‘panther-like’ hind quarters;

so powerful and sleek,

and it’s tail, like a bullwhip,

that rendered me weak.

 

And how I was too scared to go out

and check it’s paw prints;

by now the response from neighbours

held dubious hints,

 

about whether I had been drinking

a quick Christmas ‘tot’?

I strenuously replied

that I certainly had not!

 

And that the big cat I saw,

was as real as could be,

and was a sight, I suspected,

that would stay long with me.

 

For there IS a wild cat out there;

be in no doubt.

If you’re lucky you’ll see it,

whilst you are out and about.

 

It could take you by chance

and you will catch a breath.

It’s a sight for your eyes,

that you’ll take to your death.

 

Perhaps with it comes luck,

like seeing a four-leafed clover;

though the probability low,

if you search the world over.

 

But for me it explained,

why two of my cats, I’d found dead,

with no rhyme or reason,

in my garden flower bed,

 

without a mark on them;

as if killed for fun,

when the main objective was

to chase and then stun,

 

and leave them for dead,

as if chicken feed,

when the hunt for a muntjac,

more, satisfied a greed.

 

I’ll never make logic of it;

I can only surmise,

and say it consumed my thoughts,

when it took me, by surprise.

 

Now, when ramblers sight them,

in the surrounding countryside,

I remain perfectly quiet,

to protect my pride.

 

Though their vision the same

as the one I conceived;

I know it’s unlikely

they will be believed.

 

I so wish to this day,

I could have faced a new friend.

But the truth of the matter is;

I only saw its rear end!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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September 30, 2014

 

 

I saw a dog

sat on a trampoline,

keeping it’s

underbelly clean,

 

and free from damp

and dirt and grime,

basking in the sun

waiting for mealtime.

 

 

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