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I Hope the Dogs and Cats Are Well

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I Hope the Dogs and Cats Are Well

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I heard stories about them

Early in the war

Not so much now

There might be zoos

I remember that detail

In a story by Unamuno

About the end of the world

And the wild animals getting out

But dogs and cats need our help

They always do

We made them that way

Adapted them for use

And took away their other capabilities

How could they stand up to wolves

Or bears or badgers

Wolverines

Or unknown men and women

With machine guns

Who have no familiar smells

Nothing about them

To indicate

Friend

Or family

Or home

Cats and dogs might do all right

With welcome from the stranger

But in battlefields

The anonymities are too severe

And the cruelties

Tend to pile up

Where did they go?

Where are the ones I was protecting?

I do not know anyone

Anything

Anymore

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Feed the Animals

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Feed the Animals

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I wish all cats

To be adopted

And dogs

And chinchillas

Guinea pigs

Hamsters

Snakes

(not with hamsters)

And everything

That makes a pet

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The rest returned safely

To the wild

To wild places kept safe

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I know we eat animals

And wear parts

Of them

I guess we have to

Though there are other

Sources of protein

And for leather

So that we could live well

Without the slaughter

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There are industries

That would have to be

Taken care of

First and well

(keeping jobs,

well, transferring

maybe

transform

if not transmogrify)

Before such universal

Change

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But we can do that

We can do so many things

We can do this

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We can restore so many

Things

Establish new traditions

Remembering the old

Not in chagrin

But to say

We were that

Now we are this

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We’d have to feed our carnivores

The large and small

The wheel turns

Maybe there are substitutes

We’d have to find out

Very carefully

And thoroughly

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2 poems—pray for me, pray for you

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2 poems—pray for me, pray for you

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Life in 3/4 Time

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I’m sorry, Lord

I spent half my life repressed

The other half aggressive

Now is a time of

Negotiated peace

I’ve tried to give up everything

From each time

Even time

So that now there’s little left

With which to make a new life

Made of acceptable things

For an acceptable time

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Pray for Friends

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Lord,

Watch over all my friends

Send your angels to protect

Them from all kinds

Of things

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There is sickness

There are sick pets

There are jobs

And then no jobs

And sometimes jobs

Not worth the having

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And sometimes things get

Broken, and there is pain

Of all kinds

Sometimes relationships

Are broken and I cannot

Speak with expertise

But eschew all the bitterness

As well

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They are people, mostly

Some are animals

And I pray that where something

Has been split,

You will fill in with healing

And a promise

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Though tomorrow only waits

While today is what

We have

So I must pray for now

For them

For you

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Photo by Tejash Verma on Unsplash

Agra, Uttar Pradesh, India

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Yawnism

I lost some electronics last week; the Verizon person replaced big parts.  The new WordPress editor is unwieldy.  I’ve had extra headaches and added issues in the building.  Sleeping has been harder.  I’ve fallen behind and feel sorry for that.

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Yawnism

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When we’re tired

When we need an extra breath

Impulsive

Expresses boredom,

I suppose

If we could do it on cue

Mainly,

I think it says

It’s time for something new

Getting up or sitting down

Moving

Or less movement

The diaphragm needs to

Push on the lungs

And now;

Waiting would not be prudent

As trying to suppress it shows

Like most activities,

It is a process

Animals, we may believe,

Do it not for show

But smoothly

And in purity,

For real

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Ingenuous about offense

(or is it ingenious?),

We could follow them

Meaning to signal

Nothing more

(to take away)

Than

Everyone wears out

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Photo by Girl with red hat on Unsplash

Mexico City, CDMX, México

Cat yawning on blue bed.

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Fire Out, Please

Fire Out, Please

 

Australia’s dying

How are the first people there?

The second people are in dire need

Those who survive the danger

Needing something of what

Was brought with them

And then called home

 

One prison colony is

Now another

No time for blame

This is a time for life

For rescue, healing, then rebuilding

New air is needed

Everywhere except the fire

That, God willing, must be bereft

Of oxygen to die

The irony of living

Losing all the green sources for

The birth of breath

For people

 

The animals who might reinhabit

Give birth again

A billion

Having been killed so far

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Alfred Kenneally on Unsplash

 

Australia bushfires: A billion animals will have been killed

MSN News· 23 hours ago

A billion animals will have died in Australia‘s devastating bushfires and those who make it through…

 

Animal Attraction

Animal Attraction

(4 October)

 

He loved animals

And, to hear the stories,

They had love for him

Ask the wolf about

Negotiation with the saint,

Garnering a good life in

Gubbio

Ask the birds who listened

To his sermon when no human

Would attend

Ask the rabbits that scurried near

His feet to have his company

(I’m guessing about the rabbits)

 

His is a portrait of simplicity

And of pain

To have the wounds of Christ

So specifically

Having unwithheld agony as well

I think he loved the world

His sisters

And his brothers

He sang to creation

Now Earth’s family sings with him

For this, the feast day

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by Janet Meyer from Pixabay

 

Imagine

Imagine

 

I heard the song last night

And now read the story in the morning:

 

Forty percent of vertebrates gone

From planet Earth,

Sixty-six (the number of books

In the Protestant Bible) by

The middle of our new century

 

Why do these die?

In part, because they do

 

And in part because we kill them

 

There are two ways to feel convicted,

Each way requiring a life

 

Will we let our world live?  Will

We let our charges thrive

Or maybe better yet

Simply leave them be?

 

We have pushed living

Over the cusp of extinction

 

Pulling back destructive practices

Under the edge again

 

Might hurt

 

But it’s pain we’ve earned,

The cost of killing kingdoms

And the genus

 

Try feeding creature kinds

More like kindred we respect;

Tend if only for a while

 

Then we might inspire

Conclusions for a future

Place

And process

 

C L Couch

 

“Imagine a world without animals. You’ll soon see how much we need them”

Jules Howard

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2016/oct/31/world-without-animals-pollinating-crops?utm_source=esp&utm_medium=Email&utm_campaign=GU+Today+USA+-+morning+briefing+2016&utm_term=197334&subid=16706344&CMP=ema_a-morning-briefing_b-morning-briefing_c-US_d-1

The Lesson of Saint Francis

The Lesson of Saint Francis

 

We are all animals in

Beauty, here:

 

And we need guide each

Other to

A pilgrim path

In walking with the saints

Who would eschew

The capital s

 

Service is ennobled

(As are all better things)

When we love

To give away

What we have

 

To share with

All other creatures of

The Earth—

 

The sky, what’s

Under the water,

And what dances upon

The surface

 

In the measures and the

Rhythms

Of creation

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