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Sounds

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Sounds..
hit me thickly.
the sound of a cat’s weakened
meow, as he mumbles meowing
dissatisfied,
without enough welcome
attention or affection.

It’s his way of saying,
hey You, please look at me,
stop all that computer nonsense
and pet me immediately.

He is jealous of a machine.
We always say, his meows
are more pathetic than his
adopted kitty sisters.

Not sure why, he is extra affectionate.
Also he is one of the worst
bird serial killers, he has also
brought me gifts such as
a squirrel, and several dead baby rabbits.

His gifts usually cause me to scream
and cuss-he even leaves them alive and stuff.
He does have a much different meow
when he’s on the prowl

when he’s caught something
it’s a sound I cannot describe
it sends complete shivers up my spine,
it’s like a meowing frantic
on a cassette, set on repeat.

the sound is all frenzy, attention getting,
a much louder meow-meow-meow
he is so very proud

of his hunting ability.

Sounds..
hit me thickly.
the sound of a cat’s weakened
meow, as he mumbles meowing
dissatisfied,
without enough welcome
attention or affection.

For the love of Animals…

For the Love of Animals,
all kinds
the Big, the Small, the Fat
or Skinny
the ones who are Tall.

All the critters
and creatures
who bless me
daily with their loving
gentle presence.

I cannot imagine my
Life without
my fur-friends.

They give, give, give
so much of themselves
without asking much from us-
some food, some water
a belly tummy rub
or a scratch behind the ears.

For the Love of Animals
is one thing I am
deeply most grateful.
They understand beyond our words.
They understand our hearts
without us trying to explain.

They bear a simple wisdom and
a lovely loyal kindness.

They bear a simple wisdom
and a lovely loyal kindness.

They simply Love Us.
For the Love of Animals,
all kinds
the Big, the Small, the Fat
or Skinny
the ones who are Tall.

All the critters
and creatures
who bless me
daily with their loving
gentle presence.

I cannot imagine my
Life without
my fur-friends.
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Michigan Snow

moshi in snow winter 13                                 Michigan Snow

The snow knows

where it wants to go.

Here in Michigan we are getting,

oh so weary of the Michigan Snow.

It is dreary, it blankets us completely, even my dogs

get tired of this mess. This has been sincerely,

one of our worst winters in recent history.

A year ago, there was barely any and we were spoiled

like small children-we thought nothing about the

snow of Winters past. We had forgotten about the bad driving, or getting your car stuck in the snow-

in your very own driveway!! We did not see this arctic blast coming down upon us.

We never thought, we did not ask, we only assumed-

that this year would be like the last.

We were so wrong. And now I feel blue, from all this-Michigan snow.

I am so sick of it. Not to mention the dog in the photo, he is my 11 year old

Shiba Inu. He’s sick of it too-sometimes it comes up to his chest.

We are from Michigan, born and breed. We should expect this stuff,

yet it was unexpected for many. In fact, it blew us away.

All this Michigander Snow, in and out- every single day!

 

Nature’s Envy

Surrealistic poetry written yesterday Sunday 11/10/13

Nature’s Envy-by emily H. Sturgill

Anxious Hornet,

is a Bear-toned, talent,

of a Dali-colored Moon-Rise.

 

Anxious Hornet,

dancing into a firelit

campsite.

 

wrestling with Bears~

causes,

bruises to form-

upon the chapped lips,

which surround

my lovely body-into the form,

of Anxiety.

 

Into the shape of

a hornet’s nest,

repeatedly & randomly

stinging me.

 

The brutality of Nature:

the curse of Vengeance lies, behind,

the tides

beneath-

A Dali-colored Moon-rise.

least there be sharks….

Swimming with the fishes.

Swimming with the fishes, all beauty, and joy-

the heart of Asia

belongs to the Koi. (photo shown below was find in a Google image search-i do not hold the rights, but cheers to the photographer, its amazing!)

Swimming with the fishes, peace and joy. It’s like they are flying in a sky filled of beauty deep blue water. Their lives must be so graceful. So blessed. To be simply swimming with the fishes, forgetting all else. Savoring the sea or the pond as the case might be. Dreaming the dreams of creatures in the sea. To be blissful to be aware of natures truth and beauty. To reproduce without care nor worry. To joyfully join in the currents of peaceful waves, to watch the rock glow and shine beneath you as you sleep with eyes wide open, eight feet deep,to swim and swim and dream again-to breathe underwater, to fall through the water, swimming with the fishes, all beauty all joy. The heart of Asia belongs to the subtle, yet joyous Koi.

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The Comfort of Cats

The comfort of cats,

as they choose our bed to do

a good part of their natural daily napping.

They make great and loyal friends.

A Bold tiger stripped Tabby,

aggressively, friendly.

A sleek long-haired black cat-she’s the smallest

of our pack-by years not by size.

Then there is the Queen-bee, a 12 year old Russian Blue.

She stakes out our basement as her castle.

The other two hang out with us,

soaking up each and every gesture

or petting or brushing of affection.

The Tabby-he’s eight in human years.

The Black pitch female is just over a year old.

The three of them are my collection

of feline cat companions.

Each one has a different personality.

Very loved, they know they have us doing

whatever they feel is right in the moment-

a scratch behind ears, across a tail or back.

Then a treat or a toy…

lovely loyal furries.

Oh, much joy is found,

in the comfort of cats.IMG_20130203_203008cat in the box

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