February 24, 2013

 

 

What bitter sweet experience

it is to feed the birds, for I love

the swans the best, and for others,

have rather rude words.

 

I arrived with loaves of bread, that in

truth, do total many, but returned home

feeling saddened, thinking of that one

cygnet, who didn’t get any.

 

Out of nowhere the swans were joined by

ducks with beaks that plucked like tweezers,

and those dreaded Canadian geese arrived,

without passports or up to date visa’s

 

The law of the ‘fastest and the fittest’,

exists in the calm of the picturesque river,

and that vulnerable cygnet preys on my mind,

until I can return and to her, deliver.

 

 

 

 

February 6, 2013

 

 

Give the cat a crunchie

Throw the dog a bone

Buy the hamster a climbing wheel,

but never leave them all alone.

 

 

 

January 20, 2013

 

 

I’m no longer allowed to own a cat you see,

as my Love says we must explore the world

and be free of ties and responsibility.

I know he is right, but not a cat can I sight,

from the break of day to the dead of night.

I think he is shooing them away in fright, whilst

I, WILL them towards me, with all of my might.

 

 

 

 

December 29, 2012

 

 

There’s no disputing that on the mat

it was proudly placed, and the motive

for it being there was undoubtedly

‘total love’, and I could have dealt with

the fact that it was not long dead –

if only my cat hadn’t eaten it’s head!

 

 

 

 

 

Forlorn and freezing their hoofs off,

the sheep remain outside in bleak,

treacherous weather.

With no choice of shelter or comfort,

the poor darlings stand there chewing

the snow covered heather.

 

 

 

October 16, 2012

 

 

The ‘speed daters’ are here

with their opinionated ooo’s and aaargh’s,

and us having no say in the matter,

sitting helplessly, caged behind bars.

 

 

October 2, 2012

 

He took her to the Elephant Park,

where they saw piles of fresh steaming dung.

But after hours not sighting an animal,

an unnerving feeling, in the atmosphere, hung!

 

September 13, 2012

 

 

I could pick you out in a

field of buttercups or in

a bed of clover growing wild.

I could sense the bond

almost instantaneously.

For a mother knows her child.

 

 

 

 

 

The cockatiels became his only form

of emotional support after Clarissa died.

They too, missing her presence and 

understanding his heartache,  shared in

the grieving process. 

Without his beloved birds those first difficult

months would have been intolerable.

 

 

September 5, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

He’s an independent creature

who really knows his mind.

He is cautious around strangers

until they prove that they are kind.

 

He moves with stealth and arrogance,

ever watchful all the while.

Never missing to see any chance

through those eyes, that beguile.

 

He uses us at times

but we love him and that’s that.

I’m speaking of our friend,

the great domestic cat.

 

 

« Older Posts — Newer Posts »