| Pet Poetry |
| The Family Dog
The Family's dog was bought to guard, Chained to a post in a chilly backyard, Housed in a shed that was airless and dark, And every few weeks had a run in the park. When boredom set in with no fun and no work, One day it broke loose and went quietly berserk, Pa couldn't fathom just why it went wild, As it flattened his wife and then bit his child. The police were called in to sort out the mess, And the whole sorry tale was revealed in the press, The rescue society was really annoyed, So, the dog was re-homed, and the owners destroyed. author unknown Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die. Mary Frye (1932) Cats Cats sleep Anywhere, Any table, Any chair, Top of piano, Window Ledge, In the middle, On the edge, Open drawer, Empty shoe, Anybody's, Lap will do, Fitted in a Cardboard box, In the cupboard With your frocks- Anywhere! They don't care! Cats sleep Anywhere. Eleanor Farjeon |
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