Nose to beak,
Befriend what you seek.
The thunder and the lightning were outside,
The rain was too.
The walls were sturdy,
And the roof was new…
But the still the little dog shook.
Sometimes feeling safe on the inside is hard,
And we need others to show us how,
Or to simply hold us when we shake.
“Do not confuse joy with glee”
said the old dog to the pup,
after the latter had stolen the elder’s bone.
For while you have the bone,
I still have the joy of seeing you with it.
Be proud of your ability to ruffle feathers…
All good duck mother know it’s the only way to lead.
Don’t be afraid to strut your stuff
We all need a soft place to lay our head and dream.
The lemon tree is full of green lemons ripening slowly in the sun.
The leaves are sparse,
Having been eaten by caterpillars .
The chrysalis, looking like a turd, hangs empty
As Joy emerges….
As large as my open hand.
.
And then She arrives and begins laying eggs…
Thunder
Lightning
Frightening
Two enemies who needed shelter
found themselves together
safe from the coming storm.
.
We all need to seek shelter when we are scared,
Even if others may not understand our fears….
Sometimes the thunder is real, and the storm does come.
.
In refuge there are no enemies,
Only family.
Above the trees,
Below big white clouds,
The Eagle flies in the streak of blue,
And all i can think of is You.
the ball was in a box.
the box was on top of a dog crate.
the dog jumped up and down beside the crate –
longing for the ball that was just out of reach.
then
She JUMPED and bumped the crate.
The ball fell out of the box
but onto the top of the crate…
Yet, she was not thwarted.
She sat, head tilted, and pondered for a moment,
went inside the crate,
stood on her hind legs
and with her paw reaching thru the crate..
she popped the ball up into the air –
ran out and caught it in the second bounce.
Catch Joy!
it is worth the struggle.
once caught, carry it to someone you love.
The clouds were threatening.
Bright white rounded fluff shined to the sky,
Pitch dark frowned down at us, and
The rain poured like silver columns into the water below.
.
We rush to get out of the rain,
The denizens of the river are already home.
Ministry of Animals 