Little Lion

For Carrie’s prompt over at Sunday Muse BlogSpot.

 

Little Lion
“How we behave toward cats here below determines our status in heaven.” – Robert A. Heinlein

I hated dolls when I was a child.
I preferred my stuffed animals,
our cats and dogs.
I dressed the cats and dogs in
the clothes of the dolls,
rode them around in the doll carriage,
had tea parties with them and
read stories to them.
I loved them dearly.
To this day I remember them all.
I remember I wept bitterly when they died.
I know my cat Pugsley who
was euthanized three years ago,
I kissed him before the vet
administered the shot.
I kissed his sweet face and whispered,
sleep well little lion, sleep sweet.

The Rose

For Sunday Muse BlogSpot #71.

 

The Rose
“How much has to be explored and discarded before reaching the naked flesh of feeling.” Claude Debussy

She flies through the air like a rose
flung to a conquering hero or
into a bullfighting ring
or into the garbage bin at the curb
when the love has gone sour.
Off to the landfill or maybe,
plucked from the top by
someone with an eye for discarded beauty.

Grief

Grief
“…love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” – Kabil Gibran

It has been a long day –
a day of grief.
I wonder –
do our dead pets care where they are buried?
do they care that we don’t bury them under
the rose bush where they spent their days?
do they care that we don’t bury them
under the free stars in the field
where they ran daily?
do they care that we don’t bury
them by the oceans or in the forests,
or scatter their ashes in the garden
or keep their ashes in an urn?
I have pondered these questions today,
as we lay my mother-in-law’s faithful dog
to rest by the creek he loved to splash in,
does he care?

Rags to Riches

For Sunday Muse Blogspot

Rags to Riches
“The smallest feline is a masterpiece.” – Leonardo de Vinci

he was born in an empty cooler
in a crammed garage,
the only one of his siblings who survived.
his weak mewls attracted the attention
of a human who lifted him from his nest.
she bottle fed him until he was old enough
to eat from a saucer.
they adored each other
the cat and the human.
from poverty to riches,
from loneliness to friendship.
Sir Kitty Rufflekins –
first of his name.

 

Sunday Muse #54

Sunday Muse #54  Thank you Carrie.  Come back Wednesday for Wednesday Muse!

Little Corbin
“As the crow flies a popular and picturesque expression to denote a straight line.” William Henry Maule

It fell from its nest hidden in the old magnolia.
I am surprised it didn’t die from the fall.
But mama crow didn’t want the baby anymore
so I became its mom.
It’s the only child I ever had.
It was hard letting little Corbin go.
I tossed it up to the sky
and it began to fly,
flapping it’s wings and giving a triumphant caw.
I miss Corbin.
I still have some of its feathers
tucked into a book.
Baby Unpictures for memories.

Flower Truck

For Sunday Muse #46 http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2019/03/the-muse-46.html

 

flower truck

 

Flower Truck
“The Earth laughs in flowers.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

I have a truck full of laughter.
I’m gonna plant it everywhere in my yard.
My neighbors think I am crazy but I don’t care.
I am gonna plant a flower everywhere I had an animal die
and I buried.
I think that will be fitting.
They gave me so much love and laughter in my life,
I can let them know how much I love them still.
Yeppers.
I’m gonna plant the whole damn truck full
and go and get some more.

He Survived

He survived
“What greater gift than the love of a cat?” Charles Dickens

He survived after being thrown away by his person’s heirs
roaming the neighborhood living off stale popcorn and bread thrown out for the birds.
Feral dogs, snow, thirst he fought to live.

I saw him and brought him in and he loved me instantly.
unconditionally through my days of darkness and cancer.
he guarded me and forgave me.

Who would have thought so great a heart would ever stop beating.

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