we are garage eagle families.
we stay together, happily.
we raise our young but
we worry so,
what will happen to them
will they live to grow.
there are people here,
hungry cats and cars.
each day we wake up
that we even got
i was born kiya, a happy pup. then by my humans i was given up. to hell i was sent, to suffering and pain, each day i would wake up to more or the same. finally i was rescued, too late i was found, my injuries so grievous i was put down. so in the name of others, those we may never know, please work hard so i am the last lost puppy doe ♥ rest in peace, on angels wings. our tears still falling as angels, sing. https://www.cbsnews.com/news/radoslaw-czerkawski-puppy-doe-man-sentenced-prison-abusing-dog-dedham-massachusetts/
why is it too difficult for some people to be kind,
why can they not leave their cruelties behind.
compassion is timeless, compassion never
compassion is open for everyone...
if only "everyone" tried.
whether you believe in evolution, creationism, intelligent design...one thing is certain, this planet is not here for our species alone.
over time, many other beings have walked, swam,
crawled or flew in our earthsphere, a multifaceted environment hardwired to accommodate all sorts of beings.
time passed, with nature, her mysteries and unanswered questions. species and habitats came and went. all perhaps in a grander design, or perhaps not... nature made choices....
now we stand at the precipice. we, the only species who deems it necessary to alter and destroy the environment, in order to house us. we, who think we are superior...yet we cannot live here without decimating our own home.
time is running out. our foundation trembles. we too many end up zoo exhibits somewhere...an extinct life form.
I dreamed one night,
flowers around my bed,
soft breezes flowing,
that caressed my head.
the sounds of nature,
no longer obscured.
somehow our world
managed to endure.
and in that spirit,
we hear it.
the years pass quickly,
ups and downs,
occupied by poets, heartbreakers
some who care, some to whom
this concept eludes,
some who wrote the book,
on nice, others on rude.
as we write our own scripts,
some pages tattered.
at least we have a chance
and that is what really
i am older than dirt and proud of it!!!! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason.
my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find
inspiration in too many things to list, and far too
many more to remember.
sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from
living with a chronic illness, i have learned the
beauty of each day, and treat each as another
sun salutation, and another chance.