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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
A Mill Dog's Lament
I lie here waiting
unsure of the reason why,
for no one knows I'm hungry
no one hears my cries.
I lie here waiting
beneath the sun and moon,
and wonder
yes I wonder
if my rescue will come soon.
I lie here waiting
in the snow and rain,
cages upon cages
filled with so much pain.
I lie here waiting
wondering where they've gone,
my puppies taken yesterday
while I'm left here on this 'farm'.
I lie here waiting
in this caged up world,
man's best friend they tell me
oh how terribly cruel.
I lie here waiting
one by one they die,
as I lie here waiting
wondering why can't I.
Written by: Angela Jamison '03
My cat is a naughty cat
As naughty as can be
At first he looks all sweet and fat
But now he is annoying me
He gives me the sweetest looks
While he asks for attention
But he attacks the dogs and knocks down books
What else should I mention?
I know he is a bothersome
crazy, hyper cat
But I love him
And that's that!
written by my 14 year old
This is a prayer for little paws
All up and down the land
Driven away, no friendly voice,
Never an outstretched hand.
For weary little paws of beasts
Torn and stained with red.
And never a home and never a rest
'Til the little beasts are dead.
Oh God, on homeless things, look down
And try to ease the way
Of all the little weary paws
That walk the world today
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Animals can be and are the closest friends we can
have for they see no faults in us.
They just want the love and devotion we can give
them and give it back to us ten-fold.
Lucky are the ones who do have them as companions.
For those who do not, find one to love in other places.
You will never regret it.
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)
Submitted by Heather Simoes
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