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The Cruel Hunt.
As they hunt, pillage and plunder.
It is our forevers!
Stolen, torn – ripped asunder!
We want to live, for all the tomorrows!
But victims we are made, with all the horrors.
Silently in the night our lives will be ended.
Sacrificed, to the alter of evil intentions!
( Kim Walpole )

When The Time Comes.
If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep.
Then will you do what must be done,
For this, the last battle can’t be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don’t let grief then stay your hand.
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn’t want me to suffer so,
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where my needs they will tend,
Only, stay with me till the end.
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail it’s last has wagged,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don’t grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do.
We have been so close, we two, these years,
Don’t let your heart hold any tears.
( Robin Hooper, Veterinary Surgeon )

I Hope It Won’t Be Long.
I didn’t match the sofa and I had a doggy smell.
Now I’m sitting in a dog pound, for how long? I cannot tell.
I didn’t stay a puppy and my party tricks were poor.
They didn’t like it when I slept because I used to snore.
They grumbled that I was too old, no longer cute or fun.
So they left me sitting in the porch, or in the canine run.
So here I am just waiting now, for someone to take me on.
I will wait my time patiently, I just hope it won’t be long.

There’s Surely A Place For Friends As Good As These.
There must be a heaven for the animal friends we love.

They are not human, yet they bring out our own humanity
Sometimes in ways that other people cannot.
They do not worry about fame or fortune
Instead, they bring our hearts nearer to the joy of simple things.
Each day they teach us little lessons in trust and steadfast affection.
Whatever heaven may be, there’s surely a place in it for friends as good as these.

The Souls We All Forgot.
Baby mice, pink eyes and tails
Cry out, but no one hears their wails.
Abused, neglected, left to rot
The ‘research’ souls we all forgot.

No One Believes A Rabbit Cries.
A little rabbit, white and grey
Has never known a bed of hay.
Lives in a cage, bleach in his eyes
No one believes a rabbit cries.

I’m Trying To Live.
I’m a small insect called a bee.
People run away every time they see me.
They think I might be ready to sting.
Not so, losing my life this would bring.
Please just give me some food, flowers will do.
I will need a little water, too.
Please don’t stamp on me with your shoe,
I’m trying to live, just like you.

Treat Me Kindly.
Treat me kindly, my beloved master.
For no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows.
Your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside.
For I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements.
And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land.
For you are my god, and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.
Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you.
Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest.
And I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.

( Beth Norman Harris )

I Realised I Had Lost My Way.
I went out for a walk. It was so lovely in the sun.
Chasing the leaves, I was having so much fun.
Jumping and climbing I could have done it all day.
When I stopped to rest, I realised I had lost my way.
I love and miss you and want you to know, it was nothing you have done.
I just got carried away with playing in the sun.
Please try not to worry too much about me.
I can look after myself, and in a way I am free.
Although I’ll never stop looking for a way home, we will never be apart.
I will always feel your love for me, deep within my heart.
It may be all we have for now, but it’s enough for me.
Cause you’ll never know when I’ll walk through your door..
And expect you to have my tea.
( Kerri Marsh )

Birds Of A Feather.
The great bird had just flown in from the north,
Landing quite close to its second self on the welcoming water of its southern home.
It spread its beautiful wings, basking in the radiant sun before dipping its webbed feet in the luxurious water with grace, and belonging.
The two swans seemed to be akin, a kind of kindred spirit that belonged to one another, birds of a feather they flock together.
Their watery arena resembled a stage, for all to marvel and see.
As they glided through the water like ships under sail.
Rippling the surface, with their elegance and class.
They trailed along, side by side leaving behind a joint wake as they explore their lake anew.
( Stephen Lloyd Copeland )

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