Pet Poems

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A pleasant dose of kitty cat,

Who twists and turns, imagine that!

To fit in a box, or on a lap

A wonderful dose of kitty cat!

Paws, a tail, a curled up kitty

Warm soft pillow, pastel fur

Relaxed and smiling, dreaming Quidi

Listen - just the slightest purr...

Oh that tail, a flapping sail

In the breeze of hidden dreams

Curling a bit like the shell of a snail

With a mind of its own, it seems

Two pets, named Kwazii and Quidi

Each one was a playful kitty

One roamed far and wide

And one stayed inside

But both cats were very pretty!

Willa was a wonder

As she sprang upon the chair

It fell like crashing thunder

Pieces flying through the air

No claw-marks on the wood

No fur upon the seat

But she did all a naughty kitty could

To make the wreck complete

She jumped on what was left

Splinters flew across the floor

Thirteen pounds of feline heft

And feline anger, even more

That will teach you, thankless man

To leave me home here, all alone

What nerve, what makes you think you can!

Would you trade Love for Twilight Zone?

If not, don't leave your furry friend

Here at the house, while skipping town

Cause if you do, t'will be the end...

Next time I'll tear the whole house down!!

This is the yard where Pizza plays

On moonlit nights and sunny days

With cat adventures all around

But fenced, to keep her safe and sound

This, the house that Pizza calls home

With plenty of stairs, and rooms, to roam

Music for listening, and feasts to eat, 

And beds to curl up on, at somebody's feet.

This is the family that she calls her own

Full of good people, she's never alone

She has little places she goes to retreat

But she's mostly quite social, and always quite sweet!

We still feel her with us when the sun shines above

And a bunched up blanket reminds us of love

That only a soft little Pizza could give

But it seems like she's gone - where does she live?

In memories galore, in the yard, in the house

Chasing a dustball like it were a mouse

Purring, and jumping up onto a chair

Just remember her now, and you'll find that she's there...!

I have a friend whose dog gazed out across a nearby hill

Wondering, perhaps, about a car out on the drive,

A bird up on a branch, golden leaves, and autumn chill

Sitting still, yet feeling full of joy, to be alive

Older now, but just as sweet as ever she has been

Soft big ears alert, and longing for the gentle hand

That reaches out in human love to greet her there, just when

She longs for affirmation in her little doggie-land

We sit by windows, every time our eyes are open, too

And see the beauty of the world around us, everywhere

Settled, in the moment, gazing out on earthly view

When hand from heaven reaches down, with love, to touch us there!