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
On my homeward path today, through the city's roar,
I found a soul amidst the road, a heart both pure and raw.
No others by his side, no sign to where he belonged,
Alone he stood, his cries loud, in a world so vast and wrong.
We ventured to the vet, in search of any clue,
No chip to tell his tale, just eyes deep and true.
So, in that moment clear, I felt our fates entwine,
"Let's be a family," I said, "your story now is mine."
We journeyed home, a duo formed from chance,
I watched him as he slept, in his quiet, tranquil trance.
His breathing soft and steady, in dreams, he did embark,
In our home, he found his peace, a light within the dark.
His first photo, a symbol, of joy and newfound hope,
A promise of the tales to come, with which we'd learn to cope.
Thank you, little wanderer, for choosing me, for showing,
That amidst life's fleeting moments, love unasked can start flowing.
Animals choose us, in ways we can't foresee,
They walk into our lives, and set our spirits free.
So here's to our tomorrows, to the laughter and the tears,
To the silent understanding, as we conquer future fears.
With each snapshot captured, may our memories grow,
A chronicle of happiness, a testament to show,
That in the act of saving, I was the one saved too,
Thank you for coming into my life, for making it anew.
March 5, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the wilds where silence roams,
Lies a truth, in nature's tomes.
The wolf, a creature, stark and keen,
Not as dark as it's often seen.
Never feasting on the dead,
Walking paths where honor's led.
A life in pairs, fidelity's song,
In love's embrace, where wolves belong.
Monogamous, true to its mate,
A bond unbroken, sealed by fate.
Should death part ways, a soul bereft,
Alone it stays, in solitude left.
Knowledge of kin, a lineage proud,
Supporting elders, a promise avowed.
Bringing sustenance when strength wanes,
A family's love, in their veins reigns.
In the moment of its final breath,
Eyes meet yours, challenging death.
Intelligence that surpasses bounds,
In its gaze, a spirit astounds.
Unyielding to the will of others,
Its essence, no training smothers.
A symbol of wild freedom's call,
In its spirit, we see our own thrall.
So remember, when tales are spun,
Of creatures under the moon and sun.
The wolf, in movies cast as vile,
Bears a nobility, across each mile.
Let's rethink the stories we've narrated,
Of beings, unjustly denigrated.
For in the wolf, there's much to admire,
A reminder to elevate our gaze higher.
March 4, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In a world not always kind, under skies sometimes grey,
Lived Reggie, a little dog, in turmoil's harsh sway.
His fur, as white as fresh winter snow,
Held a story of sorrow, more than most know.
Two months past, fate's hand gently guided,
To a soul in need, where love resided.
A cruelty endured, one eye lost, a spirit not broken,
In Reggie's heart, his resilience, a token.
At two, life's chapters, both bitter and sweet,
Found solace in kindness, a gesture so neat.
A new family's embrace, a haircut, a sign,
Of beginnings anew, where stars align.
On Sunday, the scissors whispered tales of rebirth,
Trimming away the past, revealing his worth.
And today, oh today, in the playground's embrace,
Swings cradled his dreams, in a serene space.
He soared through the air, with the wind in his fur,
A moment so pure, no past could deter.
He wanted to say hi, to the world, to the sky,
A simple hello, from a dog, once shy.
Reggie, the little white dog, with a heart so vast,
Teaches us love, resilience, a bond that will last.
In his eyes, a story, a journey, a plea,
To see beyond sorrow, and just let him be.
So here's to Reggie, a beacon of light,
A testament to love's unwavering might.
In a world not always kind, he found his way,
A cute little white dog, who had much to say.
March 4, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
If LittleBit could talk, what would he say?
Thank you for being my family every day.
Keeping me safe and warm, I'm most thankful for.
Taking me to the Vet when my paw is sore.
God sent me to you, and you to me.
To give us comfort and security.
If I go first, which I most likely will.
Meet me at the Rainbow Bridge.
We’ll all cross over the hill.
March 3, 2024
MarkWaldrop
Penned for
Biscuit T. & Ann Sims
They told me, with a tone so slight,
"That my house, it holds a scent,"
Smells like dog, they claimed outright,
And I pondered what they meant.
"Do they know what a dog smells like?"
A query to their claim,
A dog smells like the dawn's first light,
A spirit you can't tame.
Gratitude, in every wagging tail,
Loyalty, in eyes so bright,
Nobility, in their silent hail,
Honey, in their cuddles tight.
Pure and Unconditional Love,
In every leap and joyful shove,
And despite all they have suffered,
They don't smell a grudge, it's buffered.
So, I stand, with heart so touched,
In their presence, I feel blessed,
My house smells like dog, so much,
And in that scent, I find my rest.
For in their essence, I see truth,
A lesson in their every move,
My home's fragrance, a living proof,
Of love, in its purest groove.
So let them say, what they will,
About the scent, my home does fill,
For if it smells like dog, I'm glad,
It's the best scent, one could ever have.
March 2, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Just beyond the veil where earth and heaven align,
Lies the Rainbow Bridge, a realm where souls entwine.
A meadow vast, under skies of endless blue,
Where pets we've lost await, their spirits born anew.
Here, fields of green, where endless joy abounds,
Meadows and hills, with love that knows no bounds.
Food, water, sunshine, in abundance for each friend,
Warmth and comfort, a peace that never ends.
Those weary, sick, or aged, find youth and health once more,
The injured and the broken, strength they had before.
In dreams of days past, our hearts recall their grace,
Here, they find solace, in this serene place.
Yet, in their happiness, a shadow of a wait,
For one they loved, beyond the mortal gate.
They play in harmony, but some will gaze afar,
Yearning for the ones, their life's truest star.
And then a moment comes, a spirit sees their own,
Eyes alight, through fields of green, they've flown.
Racing heart to heart, as fast as wind can blow,
To the arms of their beloved, in love's eternal glow.
The reunion, a burst of joy, tears and laughter blend,
Kisses like rain, in moments that transcend.
Hands stroke fur, eyes meet with silent speech,
A bond unbroken, within loving reach.
Together, then, they cross, where Rainbow Bridge does end,
Into a forever, where spirits ascend.
Parted no more, in a land where love never dies,
Together, they journey, under heavenly skies.
February 29, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
