In the realm where the bluebirds sing,
Two humble nests in springtime cling.
Spike O'Dell, with a curious eye,
Noticed one nest, under the sky,
Seemed not of bluebird make or kind—
A mystery nest, there to find.
With care, he reached to understand,
What creature had claimed this land.
But quick as lightning, from its lair,
Something darted through the air.
A bite or scratch, too fast to see,
Left Spike wondering, "What could it be?"
A photo taken, truth to tell,
Confirmed the tales Spike would dwell.
Not a bluebird, with feathers bright,
But a flying squirrel, in flight!
Nestled within, a surprise guest,
In the bluebird box, it chose to rest.
So let this tale remind us all,
Nature’s surprises, big and small.
In the dance of life, wild and free,
There’s more than what we think we see.
Spike’s adventure, by nests beguiled,
Shows the wonder of the wild.
March 10, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In a land where dreams weave through the air,
There's a vet, with a heart beyond compare.
In their clinic, where hope and healing meet,
There resides a comfort, gentle and sweet.
A dog, not just any, but one with a task,
In its presence, no fear, no mask.
To anxious souls, sick and frail,
This comfort dog tells a different tale.
With fur as soft as the morning's embrace,
And eyes that speak of a tranquil space.
It moves amongst those in need of a friend,
Whispering, "It's not the end."
No words are spoken, yet understood,
A bond in silence, for the greater good.
It's there to soothe, to calm, to ease,
In its presence, troubled hearts find peace.
"Everything will be alright," it seems to say, k
With every nuzzle, every stay.
Through its gentle touch, a magic flows,
Healing more than medicine knows.
In the US, this tale unfolds,
A story of compassion that never grows old.
A vet and a dog, in their care,
Show the world a love beyond compare.
So here's to the comfort dog, with a mission so bright,
Assisting, healing, bringing light.
In the realm of care, they stand tall,
Reminding us that love conquers all.
March 9, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the heart of my garden, under the whispering trees,
Mr. Fox found solace, a gentle, nurturing breeze.
Nine weeks ago, he wandered, into this life of mine,
Tame, yet wild, on freedom's fine line.
Sleeping 'neath the canopy, all wet and looking sad,
I thought of beds for comfort, to make his slumber glad.
Not for me, but for him, this haven I did weave,
An open door to enter and leave.
Critics may chatter, their words sharp and sour,
Misunderstanding my intent, in their judgemental hour.
But this is not captivity, nor a wish to tame,
Just a gesture of kindness, in life's harsh game.
His mate often joins him, in the night's silent hum,
Together they find refuge, from where they've come.
My partner and I, a promise we give,
For years to come, as long as we live.
In a world so fierce, my only quest,
Is to offer a bit of peace, a place to rest.
Elliana Bowers, that's me, trying to mend,
A bit of the broken, until the very end.
So, to the critics, I hope you see,
The heart of my actions, the wish to be free.
Not to own or to cage, but to kindly share,
A moment of comfort, in the chill evening air.
March 8, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In fields of green, under skies so wide and blue,
Two little pups, in a joyful rendezvous.
Charlie and Benny, brothers in heart,
Months away, yet never truly apart.
February's chill, since last they played,
Six hours away, their paths had strayed.
But today, oh joy, the wait does end,
With wagging tails, and love to send.
Charlie, ours, with eyes so bright,
Benny, hers, a joyful sight.
Paws entwine, in a furry embrace,
A picture of love, time cannot erase.
Still just pups, but their bond's so deep,
Memories cherished, forever to keep.
A hug that speaks more than words could ever,
A promise of friendship, breaking never.
So here they are, under the sun's gentle tether,
Charlie and Benny, together forever.
In every bark, and every nuzzle so tender,
A story of love, they'll always remember.
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the gentle whisper of the wind, in the quiet of the dawn,
Lies a question profound, on why our hearts are drawn
To creatures great and small, with spirits free and wild,
Why must we love them so, each beast, each pet, each child?
Because they give us all, without a single demand,
Their presence, a silent gift, in life's shifting sand.
Defenseless against our might, yet they bear us no ill,
In their innocence and trust, our better selves they instill.
Eternal children, they roam, in fields of endless green,
Unmarked by hate or war, a purity unseen.
They know not of wealth or greed, for them it holds no charm,
A shelter from the storm's cold, the only balm.
With eyes that speak volumes, in silence, they convey
Emotions deep and true, in a most unassuming way.
Their gaze, untouched by malice, reflects a soul so pure,
A lesson in being, from which we could learn more.
Free from envy, free from spite, their spirits soar and dive,
In forgiveness, they abound, teaching us to thrive.
Loyalty and fidelity, in their love, we find,
A constancy so rare, a treasure undefined.
They seek not lavish quarters, nor comforts wrought by gold,
Their happiness in simple things, a sight to behold.
Love, they do not purchase, for it's not theirs to buy,
In patient hope, they wait, under the vast, open sky.
Companions true, friends to the end, through every trial, every test,
In their presence, we find peace, in their love, we are blessed.
Alive, so vibrantly alive, in every breath, every mirth,
Their existence, a mosaic, of unquantifiable worth.
For all these reasons and more, their love we must return,
In caring for them, in kind, a greater love we learn.
Closer to the divine, through their unconditional embrace,
In loving them, we find grace, a reflection of God's own face.
March 7, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the heart of our home, where the warmth nestles near,
A pillow proclaims, with a message clear.
Not just fabric and fluff, but a throne for our peer,
"Move over," it says, "the cat lies here."
This cushion, a kingdom, for our feline dear,
A realm where they reign, without any fear.
A spot so sacred, the rules are severe,
"Move over," it whispers, "the cat's comfort is premier."
Beneath the sun's rays, or the moon's soft veneer,
This pillow holds stories, memories we revere.
In its fibers and threads, love's woven tier by tier,
Marking the spot where the cat draws near.
Here, in this haven, the message is sheer,
A declaration of love, loud and clear.
For our whiskered companion, we cheer,
"Move over," the pillow says, "for the cat lies here."
In this cozy corner, where the cat commandeers,
We find joy and laughter, year after year.
So let it be known, far and near,
"Move over," the pillow declares, "our heart's pioneer."
March 6, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In a world that stretches wide and far,
My loyal dog, a guiding star,
He looks out the window, a steadfast gaze,
Lost in the beauty of the trees' maze.
For hours on end, he stands so still,
Watching life unfold at the windowsill.
Every motion, every fluttering leaf,
Brings him excitement, a joyful belief.
He shakes, he barks, with all his might,
A guardian through the day, a sentinel at night.
Then silence falls, he's calm once more,
Gazing at the world he seems to adore.
I wonder, in his silent watch, what does he see?
A world beyond our grasp, a secret key?
Protecting me, with unwavering faith,
His presence a shield, a powerful wraith.
Against all evil, he stands so brave,
Ensuring my safety, the path he paves.
With him by my side, I fear no fray,
Safe and sound, night and day.
In his eyes, a world unseen,
A bond unspoken, forever keen.
My dog, my friend, through thick and thin,
Together we face what lies within.
March 6, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
The Dog Sits Here
In a cozy nook of our home, where sunlight softly peers,
Lies a cushion, not just any, but where the dog commandeers.
A simple pillow, it might seem, to uninformed eyes,
But it holds a declaration, a claim that implies:
"Move over," it whispers, with embroidered cheer,
"This spot is reserved, for the dog sits here."
Not just a spot for resting, but a throne, it's clear,
For our furry friend, whom we hold so dear.
Here, amidst the laughter, the joy, and the tears,
Through seasons and moments, through hopes and fears,
This pillow stands sentinel, year by year,
A symbol of love, for our canine peer.
So let the world know, as we hold them near,
That this isn't just any place, it's where the dog steers.
In this corner of comfort, without any jeer,
"Move over," the pillow says, "the dog sits here."
March 6, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
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In the realm of whispers, shadows cast,
I stand, a Pitbull, holding fast.
Misjudged by many, known by few,
A fighter in a battle that grew.
Not in the rings of rage and roar,
But in the silence of my core.
A foe unseen, a harsher war,
Cancer, the shadow at my door.
With every breath, a battle cry,
Under the quiet, starlit sky.
Strength not in jaws or fearsome might,
But in each day I rise to fight.
And so I stood, with heart aflame,
Against a foe that many name.
Through pain and fear, my spirit soared,
In battles not chosen, but never ignored.
The only fight I've ever known,
Was one that chilled to the bone.
Yet here I stand, beneath the sun,
A warrior's tale, bravely won.
I am a Pitbull, hear my call,
Not in arenas, but life's hall.
A survivor, in every sense,
My victory, my recompense.
March 6, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the quiet dawn of '70, beneath the boundless sky,
Where birds once soared in numbers, beneath the sun so high.
A silence has descended, where songs once filled the air,
Thirty percent have vanished, leaving emptiness to bear.
Habitats once lush and wild, forests deep and grand,
Have dwindled under human touch, across this sprawling land.
Meadows, marshes, woods, and streams, homes to winged delight,
Now bare, transformed, or lost, a sorrowful, fading sight.
More people, fewer birds, a truth we cannot hide,
Our footprint grows, the earth it groans, in this selfish stride.
Nests abandoned, echoes fade, in skies once vibrant and alive,
A testament to what's at stake, for those who still survive.
Yet, in this tale of loss and woe, a glimmer yet remains,
A chance to change, to heal, to grow, to break these binding chains.
To restore the balance, plant the seed, of a future bright and fair,
Where birdsong fills the morning light, a chorus in the air.
Let us heed the call of nature, with gentle, caring hands,
Rebuild the homes, preserve the wild, across these precious lands.
For in the harmony of life, where diversity is key,
Lies the beauty of our world, in its soaring melody.
March 5, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
