Saturday, June 4, 2022

Puppies milled

 puppies, milled 

We live here in a puppy mill 
It is winter now, and we are 
So chilled 
When summer comes the 
Heat is very strong 
Our fur gets matted, 
It gets too long 
We cannot breathe 
We cannot see 
we can only feel 
our misery 
please rescue us 
please get us out 
we are not human 
so we cannot shout 

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greetings! 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.