Random Pets / Animals Poems (167)

Haunting the grass
a butterfly
alights
upon its
rain-bent blades.

Daisies bathe its
tawny wings
in shadow.

Seconds pass.
Then
up and
away it flies,
freckling through the
haze. A

blackbird's voice,
flute-soft, clear,
accompanies its
breeze-borne flight to

other grass blades

and

other flowers.

I HAVE THE LOVE OF, SO MANY CATS THAT I'VE SAVED, AND THE RESIDENTS OF MY LAST JOB, TRUELY RAVED! MOST OF THEM, LOVED CATS, AND ENCOURAGED ME, TO STAND TALL! LITTLE DID I KNOW; I WAS IN FOR A GREAT FALL! JENNY; YOU WERE THE ONLY BRIGHT LIGHT! I STILL FEED THE CATS, BUT YOU ARE NOWHERE IN SIGHT! COME TO ME JENNY, WHEN YOU HEAR MY VOICE; TOGETHER, WE WILL SHOW THE TYRANTS, IN THE FRONT OFFICE, THAT FOR THIS CONDO; CATS ARE THE ANIMALS, OF CHOICE!

What is it makes your old yard dog
Bay all night at the moon,
In chorus with the wild coyote's
Archaic clannish tune?

By daylight he's content enough
To lay around and nap,
Domesticated by his look
A ward of table scrap.


But nightfall wakens something deep
Where mind and soul convene.
Some age-old longing locked awat
Embedded in his genes.

The same thing makes a fella
Who is both steadfast and sane,
Jerk down a rope and join the chase
With slack pitched in his rein.

His slight regard for consequence
Attests to what's inside.
A banner unfurled honestly,
Impossible to hide.

Some know it on the ocean's waves.
Some dig it out of mines.
It finds us on the city streets
Or high up in the pines.

It's played out in the stadiums
For all the multitude,
Or realized in the cedar breaks
In perfect solitude.

That we fool others and ourselves
It matters not at all.
We're ruled by what's inside us
When we hear the coyote call.

They run around all day long and seem to always get along. When they lay a egg a song of salutation is rung. Off for a dirt bath out in the sun,finishing a hole that was barley begun. Scurring about with out any doubt always on the scout,looking for tht glorous morsel lurking about.

“off and running”

their conversation that night was of plans and a schedule
insightful and humorous, though all too contrite
in a day or so they’d be many miles away
traveling after dark and sleeping each day

the unlimited funds hidden in the trunk
freed their souls of the small stuff and
left their minds free to wander
in search of a new life in that tropicality over yonder

no harm, no foul
no one on their tail
it was a victimless crime
no real fear of doing time

each turn in the road an adventure
how many diners had they passed
they didn’t even try to keep track
they had no thoughts of ever going back

settling by the sea they fished and raised a garden
on weekends played music and danced till dawn
seasons passed and they lived happily ever after
days of decadence and play and unstoppable laughter

He placed his paw upon my knee.
Those big brown eyes stared up at me.
As if to say so tenderly.
Don't you know, can't you see?
Oh I wish, I wish you were a tree.

combs the sun's beams through her locks
dapples moonshine on her cheeks
sets brilliant stars upon her wrists
and stings her neck and arms with

musk and, bloodying her lips with gloss,
she steps from her apartment
strutting through the streets on clouds
alluring with coy glances

He'll wait all day for you to come home
Although he'd rather jump the fence an roam
His tail wagging whatever your mood
The door he's at,come on let me in dont be rude

He's keen for a pat an lets you know it
By barging in an wants to show it
Rubbing his frame against your leg
Or sitting there with eyes that beg

If you do not respond to his antic
Its likely he may get frantic
Jump around the house some more
Until you show him you adore

Then he'll sit while you scratch or pat
Even lay down if he's happy with that
But stop to early an you'll see
He's up again bothering thee

He seeks affection everyday
For that my friends is his way
Born into this world a dog to live
With all but unconditional love to give

Star struck wonders reflected in their eyes.
Sincerity and devotion that never dies.
Don’t need to get all dolled up to impress.
What I provide is enough I guess.

Silence ways to express an alarm;
They ensure I come to no harm.
Take issue with being pushed away
All they want to do is hug and play.

Whenever I take them for a walk
hours later they are over the top.

Holidays don’t mean much to them
having me around is their rpm.

My old friend, now forever gone.
I still miss you, so many years on,
A head on my shoulder, as we sat down,
A nudge at my hand, as we walked around.

I talked, you listened, I miss you still,
As I think of you now, I always will.
A confident, a friend you were always there,
A piece of my heart, you will always share.