the world to a horse

the world to a horse can be
a pretty place
vibrant colors, so much space
but to those being chased. terrorized
and killed
.the world is a chasm

by suffering, filled

foxes, read

We love our world
We love how we live
If you leave us alone
We will so forgive
We are foxes red
We want to be free,
Not dead
Do not hunt us, we demur
We were not put here

To be trophies or fur

the whisper

He saved her life
She did not know
She never thought
She did not grow
She slowly moved
To get along
This was her idea of being strong
As time revolved

Her trust, evolved

in freedom

My eyes reflect the blue of the sea
When they are in freedom, naturally
I can jump up so high
Chase and play
Catch my food
This is the dolphin way
But when in a small space
Entrapped and alone
Or even with others
All I can do is moan
The blue sea reflection
Flickers then dies
Lost in man’s deception

Why bother to try

this is my land
this is where i stand
i am part of the rocks
i am one with the sand
i am borne of the mountain
my father is the sky
my spirit is endless
as it soars, way up high

♥

what do you see

What do you see when you look at me
The face of your genetic history
Do you see the intelligence, the soul,
The feelings
Of a primate that has suffered
From man’s cruel misdealings
Or do you see a thing
That belongs in a lab
Alive or dead
Lying on a cold slab
Your vision is determined
By your inner brain’s eye
My future depends
Please I do not want

To cry

baby giraffe

no i am not one of mother nature's gaffes
i am basically, a baby giraffe
so you still do not get it,
ah what the heck
i am also a life support system

for my long legs and long neck

i paint

i paint the world as i want it to be
in vibrant colors, with good company
where everything is built to last
never fading. nor looking past
where love and kindness, empathy
compassion
are not the enemy
but are the permanent fashion
i paint a world where i can survive
and where it is not such a battle
to stay alive

happy everyday

There are all different
Kinds of family
You are you
I am me
But the love that is there
Is so really, real
Maybe hard to describe
But easy to feel
And when you are there
Know that you are blessed
And if others do not,

Ignore the rest

the world according to the bucky boy

my name is bucky boy
and i live to play
so glad that your house
is now in my way
if the door is open,
that room i will
go through it
whatever is not nailed down
i will gladly chew it
if your shoes are in range
i would love to munch
nothing like brand new sneakers
as a snack before lunch
that watch you got when
you graduated from high school?
i stopped time with my puppy teeth
a-roooo ain't that cool!!!
and furniture, no problemo
wood does good fiber make
that dining room set
a great teething break
yes i am part wolf and i
like to howl
but take away my food
and i may start to growl
you are humans, that is
very clear
but three guesses who
is the alpha here

RIP bucky boy
homewrecker par excellence

and sorely missed

dragonfyre, part 1

there was a time when the world was inhabited by men and dragons. together they forged an alliance, based upon mutual trust and respect. the dragons ruled the skies, soaring, playing, searching for caves. they would go on man's land to feed, but only took what man himnself did not need.
man, ruled the earth. he planted, he hunted for food, clothing, shelter. he never lay bare a species of plant or animal, always leaving enough for his winged brethren. he looked to the skies with wonder; dragons flying, birds gliding effortlessly. he did not aim any weaponry at that domain. the sky was not his.

men had settlements scattered everywhere. dragons picked caves close enough to keep a watchful eye, but far enough away for privacy. this alliance was a sound one, but maintained by a sense of sleeping with one eye open. this co-existence proved beneficial to both parties.

the dragons would breathe enough fire to clear land for man to build. the humans would not hunt any wildlife, so the dragons had an ample supply of food. water was bountiful and both species peacefully shared. the earth was green, lush and plentiful, trees growing where trees were meant to grow, hot desert sands in their place, warm languid rainforests flourished.

the dragons surveyed all on this planet. it is said that men would not go anywhere that the dragons had not gone to first. it is also said that the dragons would only take man to places he could live safely, and in harmony, with.

for centuries, the planet and all its inhabitants thrived under this well forged partnership. the garden was never depleted, by man, dragon or mother earth. the earth mother was pleased with her children, and regalled them gentle weather. storms teased but were never torrential.

we

We stand together
We are as one
When we arise
When the nightfall
Has come
We are of blood
We are friends
There is no beginning
And there will not

Be an end

the purple dragon

The purple dragon

Lives in the sky

she lives to play

she  lives to fly

And though she admires

The world below,

she knows it is not

A safe place to go

with guarded steps i walk this earth
sometimes in sorrow
sometimes in mirth
sometimes alone,
other times with
a friend
i wish this walk
would never end

and now all winds down
nowhere to go
time sits in her sadness
lost and slow
then a flicker of light
sends a message to time
that when the sun comes
up,
she will be kind

there is a world

There is a little world
Of colors soft
Where love
And kindness
Are borne,

aloft

inside the heart, lies the soul of infinity ♥

the mystery of history

time spent together
when you were not there
sitting in silence
it is so difficult to fare
the long synapses
of time that was not you
the things that they saw
each other through
so there you sit
trying to run astray
wishing you could
go out and play
but those years those moments
are real and will not go away
as you inwardly saddened,
choose to stay

we know

There is a world of color
beyond these metal walls
Grasses so green, trees so tall
Flowers of brilliant colors,
Some gentle, some sharp hues
Scents that abound above and beneath
Our pawshoes
We just want the chance to live
In a world so well lit
With human voices that
Around us, flit
A soft bed, enough food
So hunger is not what we feel
We know, in our hearts
That this can be real

to make the world
a pretty place
a haven of comfort
a loving space
to paint away
any ugliness
so we can forget

the nastiness

pandamonium

the whimsical black and white panda bear
with his chic coloration
he can go anywhere
but that is not what he wants to do
he wants to be left alone, in his
forest

happily munching on bamboo♥