In a corner of the world, under a window so bright,
Amanda R. Waldrop shares a tale of delight.
Mark, with a thought so tender and able,
Gifted a squirrel picnic table.
Perched outside the window of her home office view,
A scene unfolds, fresh as morning dew.
Where nature's little jesters, in their playful spree,
Feast upon their table, in pure glee.
Molly, the kitty, with eyes wide and keen,
Watches the squirrels, in a world serene.
Together they sit, day by day,
In silent camaraderie, in their own special way.
Amanda, with Molly, finds joy so profound,
In the simple pleasures that abound.
A squirrel picnic table, a window, a sight,
Turns ordinary moments into pure delight.
So here's to the small things that make life sweet,
To moments of peace, our hearts' retreat.
For in the story of Amanda, Mark, and Molly's grace,
Lies a reminder of the beauty in our space.
March 17, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop “Grandpa”
In a realm where the skies stretch endless and blue,
Beyond the veil, where each dawn feels brand new,
There's a place, serene, where love's forever true,
A heavenly home where our pets wait, in view.
Gentle meadows under soft, eternal light,
Where the air hums with joy, day and night,
Here, every bond remains unbroken, tight,
In this paradise, every soul takes flight.
No farewell here, just a sweet, serene pause,
Where time's embrace gently softens its jaws,
Every creature basks in love's warm applause,
Bound by a promise, without any clause.
Through the fields, they come running to greet,
With wagging tails and purrs, oh so sweet,
In their eyes, the love we've always known,
They wait for us, in this heavenly home.
So fear not the journey, or the passage of time,
For in this divine haven, everything's sublime,
Our pets, our friends, in their prime,
Whisper, "It's easy to come home, where love's the rhyme."
March 17, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the dawn's early light, a rooster stands tall and fair,
"I may look calm," he declares with a glare.
"But in my head, I've pecked you three times,"
A secret battle, in morning's prime.
His feathers shimmer, his gaze, it burns,
With each cock-a-doodle-doo, the world turns.
A ruler of the roost, in his mind's eye,
Where victories are silent and enemies fly.
In the kingdom of feathers, straw, and seeds,
He battles giants in his deeds.
With a crown of red and a cloak of gold,
His story of bravery, silently told.
So next time you hear his morning call,
Remember the battles that befall.
For in his head, he's a warrior true,
In the quiet morning, his spirit flew.
A rooster bold, in sunlight's embrace,
Wears a calm mask upon his face.
But beneath the calm, a warrior resides,
In the heart of the barnyard, his courage hides.
March 15, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Beneath the ancient skies of old,
Where stories are whispered, and legends told,
A humble donkey, meek and mild,
Found favor in the eyes of a child.
"For your love, so pure and true,
A mark of grace I bestow on you,"
Spoke the Lord, with love so vast,
A shadow of the cross, upon the donkey cast.
Ever since that blessed day,
The Jerusalem donkey bears the mark, they say,
A sign of love from the divine,
A symbol of grace, eternally to shine.
Through fields and roads, the donkey treads,
A living testament, its back bears threads
Of a story of humility and care,
A reminder of a love beyond compare.
So let us remember, in our hearts and minds,
The lesson of the donkey, and the love it finds.
In humility and service, let us all partake,
And carry our own crosses, for His name's sake.
March 13, 3024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In a meadow's gentle fold, under skies of blue,
A scene of tender love and care sweetly comes into view.
A momma donkey, coat of gray, in the sunlight's gentle sway,
Bends down low with love aglow, her baby's fears to allay.
The baby donkey, small and frail, upon the ground does lie,
His eyes a mirror of the world, wide beneath the open sky.
His mother's warmth, a shield, a charm, against the cool air's embrace,
In her snuggle, safe and sound, he finds his peaceful place.
With gentle nuzzles, soft and kind, she whispers love so true,
A language of the heart they speak, in the meadow's morning dew.
Together in this tranquil scene, where nature hums a lullaby,
A bond as strong as life itself, under the vast, embracing sky.
This picture of maternal grace, in nature's gentle hand,
Reminds us of the love that's found, across the animal land.
A momma donkey with her babe, in love's unspoken song,
In her care, he finds his strength, with her he belongs.
So let us learn from these gentle beasts, in their simple, loving way,
The power of a mother's love, to brighten any day.
For in each moment of tender care, a greater love is sown,
In the meadow of life, through warmth and strife, the seeds of love are grown.
March 13, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In a world where cruelty hides in day's bright light,
A young heart stood firm, a beacon in the night.
Luke Rowles, just fifteen, eyes wide and brave,
Faced down the dark, a lone, innocent to save.
In a garden of shadows, where violence found its mark,
A fox lay in agony, its future stark.
Mouth sealed with silence, a duct tape chain,
A creature of the wild, bound in human pain.
With courage that belied his tender years,
Luke approached the group, despite his fears.
He shouted, a voice against the tide,
And with determined hands, he turned the ride.
He lifted the fox, from the depths of despair,
Healing its wounds, with tender care.
In his eyes, a resolve, pure and true,
A spirit that through darkness flew.
He freed the fox, back to the wild's embrace,
A gesture of hope, for the entire race.
Luke Rowles, now a man, continues his creed,
Rescuing those in need, a selfless deed.
The world needs more like him, hearts bold and kind,
Who to cruelty and despair, refuse to be blind.
For it's in acts of courage, in moments so bleak,
We find the strength to give voice to the weak.
So here's to the brave, who stand tall and fight,
For every creature's right to live in the light.
May we learn from Luke, with his unconditional will,
To protect, to care, and to heal.
March 10, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
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
