The neglected parrot exists
for the moment when food,
water, and his owner arrive.
“Say pretty Polly, then!” Continue reading “Polly”
“You shot a duck!” the Lady said,
arising from the lake.
The hunter turned his gun around,
though terror made him shake.
He fired – and his head went ‘plop’
as it sank into the murk.
The gentle Lady re-submerged,
contented with her work.
Fireworks all night
– I think of wildlife
too frightened to sleep
or look for food –
and all to celebrate
the burning alive of a human being
long ago in a barbarous age.
Let’s show mercy to living pets
if not to a man long dead
so we can all
rest in peace.
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This dog’s condemned
to his owner’s fate.
He barked for hours
but they came too late.
I am the funny elephant.
I long to freely roam.
I’ve learned to dance for peanuts.
But I can’t forget my home.
And the goddess Atlanta rose naked from the sea
and upon the shore she stood fantastically,
spied the city strewn along the bay
and walked with purpose, and with much to say. Continue reading “Atlantis”
If I should open up his cage
my budgie would never reach the stage
where he’d survive Continue reading “He Tells Me of his Budgie”
I met a little robin
all on Christmas Day.
He left his little footprints
in the snow along the way. Continue reading “The Talking Robin”