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 May 2013
Sharina Saad
What Harry says I dont have a clue..
I do not understand its point of view..
Hungry perhaps? but haven’t I just fed you?
Tell me Harry ... I really don’t know what to do

All you do is play and sleep
You MEOWS till its time for you to eat
One day you scarred my tender back
No peace at all when I watch T V

I walk to the kitchen you follows me around..
On the dining table you walk round and round..
I am mad, Throw you to the ground..
you keep coming back and your eyes .. your eyes are so wide and round..
Oh Harry come around...
And fight again for a position upon my head...
I’m trying to translate what my cat HARRY says and put it in a poem, but how many homonyms are there for meow?
 May 2013
Sharina Saad
Since the day I was brought in  
to this Home Sweet Home
My mom adores me
My dad loves me
My sisters cuddle me
My brother plays with me
Teaches me new tricks each day
My life is complete
My house is a castle
Meals are superb
Everything is perfect
Should I complain?
But today as I am sitting by the window
Watching people crossing by
Unfamiliar faces I see,
unlike my mom, dad, sisters and brother
I can see vehicles moving fast and slow
From this bedroom window...
I see other kids playing and giggling
Oh this is so exciting, I thought.
I can see butterflies kissing the flowers
In my mother's garden...
I wonder what kind of life is out there?
I wonder I wonder I wonder
Is the world outside this window
more colorful than mine?
Is there any other species like me?
Is there any other cat in the window like me?
This poem is for my domestic cat Prince Harry...
 May 2013
Erin
I'll remember holding onto you
close, cradling your head in my hands,
from those old days when your coat was
sleek back and shiny,
slim white bib trailing down your
chest,
I'll remeber how we got you,
overwieght,
under loved,
scared and
alone,
abandoned by many.
You came with a blue blanket
with butterflies on it,
we called it your
"butterfly blanket"
I'll remember your
heart murmur,
and the check-up you had
when they shaved your chest.
I'll remember how as the years passed
your muzzle became streaked with gray,
but how you still found that
puppy-like energy
when it was time for a
car ride or supper
or a walk.
I'll remember how much you relied on
habit,
racing to the door after you
finished your supper,
whining anxiously to go outside and bark.
That time when you pretended to get a
drink of water,
when all you were doing was
trying to get to your sister's
bowl,
that day when you took Sara's
bone too,
and stood waiting at the door,
two bones clenched tightly,
wagging.
How you loved
to eat the packed snow off
my coat in the winter,
how you held your
lollipop treats like the real thing,
stick in paws,
chewing on the sucker.
Handing you a treat and
having you run
to the door,
how you loved the
outside,
you'd sit out in
the rain,
the snow,
the hot sun,
such an outdoor dog.
I love you.
I'll smile fondly
when I bike past
the holes you would dig
to sit in,
recall the glittering sand
shining in your graying fur.
Grin when I see
A mid-summer night's dream,
my donkey-dog,
and I'll
stroke your fur one last time,
and scratch behind your ear
so your back leg would thump,
whisper love in your floppy ear,
and slowly put you down to rest
in a sunny spot
in the backyard,
to rest in the sun
for eternity.
May 14, 2013
 May 2013
Michael Mitchell
Whines and groans of melancholy
Knock on my door

Upon opening the blockade
The guest looked very eager
A small, furry stuffed animal sits


Eyes fixed on my complexion
When I smile, the doll imitates
When I brush my hand on the doll's fur
A tongue reveals and kisses my cheek

As I walk down the corridor
The fluffy rascal tails right behind

My eyes dart towards a toy
And the puppy snags it thereafter

With its brown precious eyes gleaming
It's impossible to resist the innocent tug
I take the plushy victim
And fling it across the room

The puppy witnesses the ~Plop~
And immediately dashes
Sprinting in the ten second race

Like a boomerang
The furry speed demon returns
With the plush trapped between its dull jaws
All I can remark is...
**"Good Boy!"
My dog is a year old and it still has its Puppy Days...
-M&M
 May 2013
Hilda
Sixteen bewhiskered cats with tempers sweet
Only needing food and tranquil retreat.
They try to be good and do what is right
But get into mischief from morn till night.

So hard not to adore each furry face
Though pranks may lead to many a disgrace
Fiddling and tearing the household blinds
Until sighing we think we'll lose our minds.

Hearts so overflowing with deepest love,
Sent from God the Father of Lights above.
Sadly few folks to such a good home give.
How can each darling continue to live?

And even though they may growl and grumble,
When time to eat tiny motors rumble.
Furry paws swat many a ragged mouse.
Without them would be a desolate house!

Families adopt babies, fortunes pay,
Yet for these wuss pusses refuse to sway.
More forgiving than us despite sharp claws,
Surpassing mankind's sins and blatant flaws.

Sixteen bewhiskered cats with tempers sweet!
What have they done to deserve such defeat?









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Dedicated to all furry felines everywhere with love and prayers! © Hilda May 7, 2013.

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