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I'M DROWNING, IN MY OWN SORROW; I'M NOT SURE; THEY'LL BE TOMORROW; THE LOVE OF MY LIFE; MY JASMINE; HAS GONE TO KITTY HEAVEN! AS SHE LAY, DYING, SHE SAID; DADDY; YOU MADE ME, SO VERY HAPPY; I COULD NEVER WISH FOR A BETTER PAPPY; I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU; BUT RIGHT NOW, I'M OFF TO KITTY HEAVEN! FOR FOURTEEN YEARS, WE HAD NO FEARS; OUR BOND CAN NEVER BE BROKEN; I ALWAYS FEARED, THE DAY WOULD COME; WHEN I WOULD LOSE, MY ONLY ONE! I WAVED GOODBYE, AS SHE ASCENDED, TO THE SKY, TO RESUME HER LIFE, WITHOUT ME; IN KITTY HEAVEN! I PRAY TO THE LORD, EVERYDAY; THAT I'LL BE ALLOWED TO ENTER AND STAY; WITH MY DARLING JASMINE, IN OUR NEW HOME, KNOWN AS; KITTY HEAVEN!

This is Balu's story
A poem for Balu
The prognosis of a home for me is not very good
Just one of many abandoned in my neighbourhood
I'm not the prettiest and my coat don't shine
But I long for somebody just to be mine.
Out in the rain, the cold and the frost
I'm all but given up, my cause is lost
I see no future, and my past was bad
But living with a hunter was all that I had
All he fed me was mouldy old bread
And that was on a good day, well enough said!
You see there's too many like me, abandoned to our fate
Disgarded like rubbish at an alarming rate
I'm luckier than most, I'm alive and I'm free,
Because most of my friends are beaten, then hung from a tree
There seems to be no end to this, it happens every year
We're the unseen dogs of Spain, the forgotten who live in fear
So if you see my photo, I'm a podenco named Balu
I don't want to be a hunting dog, I'd rather be with you.
I dream of the day when I can say I no longer have to roam
When life could be good, and I'd be happy living in a home
But for now I'm in a kennel, and I'm taking up a space
But I dream of all my tomorrows, and living at your place.
Please don't forsake me, I'm a podenco called Balu
Show a little kindness, and let me come to you.

First seen, was wandering round the woods
Abandoned, left to die
How could a person be so bad
Sometimes I wonder why

When found neglect had settled in
His body worse for wear
Starvation played an awful part
And also lack of care

He struggled just to walk around
Collapse was on its way
His bones were there for all to see
From lack of food each day

But still he had a little strength
To up and run away
When people tried to get a hold
And rescue him that day

It really was a lucky thing
That he was found that day
If he had not, the poor young thing
Might soon had passed away

He must have known how bad it was
From how he acts since then
Won't let nobody get near him
No matter where or when.

But now he's in the hands of Paul
A man who really cares
Who'll make him look like other
Lovely stallions and mares

He'll clean him up and feed him well
And comfort he will give
He'll build him up so before long
He'll have the strength to live

And soon he'll get back to the days
Of grazing, mind at ease
Without a care in the world
That thought is sure to please

Then come the time to find a place
That he can call his home
A place where he can live his life
With fields where he can roam

The search is on, to find that place
An owner will be found
Who really cares, who'll take the time
This person is around

Who'll take him to a comfy home
That person he'll believe in
And he will be their gracious steed
Oh yes, his name is Steven

Little cat what are you at as in the woods you go,
Are you chasing birds and mice I'd really like to know.

You wander back when you need food though you really are quite fat
Then jump up on my knee or go to sleep upon the mat.

Little cat what are you at for two days you've been gone
I've looked in the house and searched the woods you've never stayed out so long.

Oh little cat at last your back and you look so very thin
If you could only speak I'd like to know where you have been.

Ah! Now I know my precious pet I followed you to where,
through the hedge in an old wood box four tiny new kittens lying there.

You really were a clever cat you didn't make a fuss,
Just had your kittens by yourself and then came home to us.


Wrote

you left the cause
you walk away from
the words

I care do you
swim

and wash away

no sweeping the bottom
just lifting upon the wave

shuffling shells
to look upon the ocean

one gulp
to dive

one self
to
survive

a stillness

a grappling sun

a beautiful eye that explodes
to check the landscape

There you are!

ALWAYS

Cats are natural destroyers of rodents
Protecting man's property from the same
Based on this, humans may have seen the sense
In giving household felines a good name

Cats are treasured in many homes today
And are viewed as part of the family
They just need some food to eat, and to play
And they can be quite pleasant company

Cats and young children make good company
They all share in a common playfulness
Having fun with each other cheerfully
And filling each other with happiness

There are persons who are isolated
And life for them can be very lonely
A pet cat can make them feel uplifted
And help to ease their feelings of misery

Egyptians gave cats a god-like status
This is shown in the writings of their scribes
Today, not all of that status is lost
Why else do we say a cat has nine lives?









Photo of Egyptian Cat Goddess Bastet

While looking in a field of green
I see something, no doubt
A spot far in the distance
Too far off to make it out

A figure in the open plane
A solitary thing
With nothing else around it
Far away from anything

While looking at this object
We then see it start to move
The spot starts to get bigger
And its silhouette improves

It starts to take its shape
We see it's body and it's feet
And then it's right upon us
We are privy to a treat

We welcome such a lovely steed
A really friendly lad
His name we're told is miuil
And his story is so sad

Each day he sits out in a field
Alone, in solitude
Were grasses hardly grow at all
Which causes lack of food

He roams around this open field
No shelter from the rain
Wild winds blow in from everywhere
to run would be in vain

He can't escape the elements
No matter where he goes
but that is not the worst of it
Not everybody knows

This problem is a mental one
It lies within his mind
It's getting worse as time goes on
As bad as you will find

See being alone for so long
Leads to stress, anxiety
Where most would simply lose their minds
If it were left to be

But if a home were found for him
And lots of company
Recovery would not take long
And he would be happy

So if you may know someone
Who would like to take him home
We promise them, they will be glad
And he'll happily roam.

She Fled for her Life

She was running for her life
feeling his hot breath and his
clutching at her clothes. Crashing
through the trees and thick undergrowth.
Stumbling, still feeling him getting closer
She gave a muffled scream as tumbling over
and over she fell down a steep embankment.
Lying there dazed a tongue started to wash
her face. Opening her eyes she realised that
her pursuer was a friendly boxer who thought
she was playing, never realising he had nearly
scared her to death as he grabbed her clothes.
thankfully she threw her arms around his neck.
Completely lost, she said, you will have to find
the way to her new friend, swiftly he led her back
to the road and sat by her car. Looking closely
she could see he was a stray and let him into
her car. So all turned out well for both.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton

On the cusp of beauty, you were born
Before this World had its modern form.

Atavar and Spirit much older than us
Existence formed from the deserts' dust.

Imprinted in time, dissolved on the wind
Generous in spirit, eye that is kind.

Giving your blood to the World's other breeds
Improving the type, producing proud steeds.

Your form is beauty, power, and grace
Down storied time your bloodlines I trace.



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Storm - finest horse - you're faster than the wind -
Beautiful bay - all muscle, form, power, grace -
Gentle eyes shining - bright with boldness - kind -
And smooth and true in all of your four gaits.
Full standing - sixteen hands - with soft white blaze;-
Twelve years old - and still with power - to amaze.

Taken from the racetrack - lucky gelding -
(Seeing you had a quiet temperament)
You quickly took to riding school - excelling -
In your next life - almost like a retirement.
Not asked to do too much - except short rides;-
There's pasture here - hard feed - and treats besides.

When young and on the track, you proved your mettle -
Fleet-footed - with hot courage - in each race -
When thoroughbreds - they settle'd down to battle -
More times than not - you'd finish in a place.
Now years on - in silhouette - your grace defines;-
Equine beauty - I see in noble bloodlines.

In verse, I now pay homage to your spirit -
And in your health I take a great delight;
The time that you have left - you're free to live it -
You've a paddock and a stable for the night.
In these pastures - live your life out - Storm proud steed; -
For it's here that you have everything you need.




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