Dragon


Dragon is my future cat.  I haven’t got her yet.
She is an idea, a hope and a dream,
But that which is written has now been said,
And I am not one to break my word.
My words are my bond, bound truth, without which I am nothing.
One day, I promise, I will find her.
One day I will no longer be missing.


A dragon with a tortoise shell,
Like her predecessor and her son.
Those which were, have never been forgotten,
But I have lost the son and the mom,
To a former love; once upon a time she was mine.
It is time to walk a different line.


Dragon shall be the beginning of a dynasty in the making;
This is no place for fakers to be faking.
Step 1 is Dragon;
Step 2 is a cat called Dog.
Step 3 is a small dog called Cat,
And with that, the trinity shall be done.
These are my wishes,
They contain no fishes,
I may only keep pieces,
But these are my wishes.
Cats are better than dogs or fishes.


If dragons do exist,
Then place one beside me
And I will be something I have never been.
My dream is simple and I need these three,
To become the person you should see.
My wife will present one,
I shall discover the rest,
And one day our children’s names,
Will be added to the list.


My tale began a long time ago,
Where a pet was lost to sorrow.
Another one disappeared,
For she was no longer in our home.
The third began her family,
As did the first,
And a giant was born,
With thunder paws.


I hope they all know,
I will love them ‘til the end.
I hope they are all still at home,
And only I have been condemned.
I hope she still takes care of her,
Though she no longer cares for me.
I hope they multiply.
I love my animal family.


I will care for Dragon, like I cared for the others.
Mother, daughter, mother, son;
Dragon will need a brother.
A panther was lost,
It’s mother long gone.
A monkey stole my heart,
So now I am impatiently waiting for a dragon to become.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Audrey is adopted,
She feels quite out of place,
In a house of strangers,
Affections go to waste.

Audrey cloaked in twilight,
With one foot in the grave,
"We'll send you to another home
If you do not behave."

Audrey wanders offwards,
Into the milky way,
Of cardboard homes and foreign tomes,
To find a place to stay.

Audrey misses long hair,
And so I'm here to fill,
The hole left by her sisters,
Who left against their will.

Audrey has no option,
But sleeping on the ground,
Deep inside our foster house,
While Mother's not around.

Audrey is adopted,
She's feeling all alone,
She's taken herself for a walk;
I hope she comes back home.

i can't wait until i fit into these boots.
my ankles sprouting forward, into adulthood.
it never occurred to me
that i might have to buy my daughter a pet
so she can watch it die.
there's nothing scarier in this world
than falling in love with anything you know wont last.
the hardest lessons are the ones
we know we have to teach ourselves.
i dont know how to thank you lord
because i dont know if youre there.

Not knowing of the rat race
but races to catch rat,
only works when she wants to does
Poppet The Cat.
Content sat on clothes awaiting a iron,
the creased rest
of a little lion.
Scratching the sofa without care
while brilliantly breathing her tabby air;
see I love you,
I love you,
your running whiskers delight;
you're always
always
a beautiful sight.

Mr furry prince
You know I will miss
Your sweet hello
Charlie please don’t go

Mr purry king
My friend, my love
You know I will miss
The way that you kiss
Your sad goodbye
Try not to cry

It hurt too much to cry for Mom,
But I had a fat old yellow Tom
Those days it seemed I never sat
Without that furball on my lap.
When I had to leave him at the vet
I wept
A funny fat old yellow cat
The straw that broke the camel's back.

I knew that our time together in this world was limited. I knew that sooner or later one of us had to say goodbye to each other. And yet your death took me by surprise, shocked me to the core and the truth is that I don't think I will be able to recover from this. Ever.
This was the first time ever, I understood what death really was, how painful it felt and that how different it is when the person you loved is no more on Earth. It took me all these days and an immense amount of courage to even think about writing this. But I had to do this, for my own sake.

I still remember the day I met you. You were this chubby little fur ball of awesomeness that lit up every room you enter with your innocent eyes and cutest mannerisms. We bonded quickly and you were an integral part of all the crazy stupid games that my sister and I used to play, back in the old days. I remember how you used to get jealous when we ignored you, but of course, we did that on purpose so as to hear you whine impatiently while doing all kinds of silly acts just to get our attention.

I don’t just remember you for all the fun we had. I remember you even for those bad days of my life. I remember hugging you and sitting next to you silently when everything was breaking apart. I remember crying next to you when there were days I just felt like giving up. I remember talking to you endlessly about how I wish our lives were simpler again. But of course, you never uttered a word. All you did was lean onto me, while slowly resting your head on my shoulder for me to stroke your head gently, soothing us both down.

I remember how I didn’t turn my back on you to say goodbye the day I left our home. I heard you screaming and crying at the top of your voice as if you were begging me to stay as you saw me walk away.  Nobody knows this, but one of the reasons I made silly excuses and kept coming back home was just to see you. There were countless times I peeked over the front gate, just to catch a glimpse of you every time I walked past our home. And sometimes all I could do was just hear your sound but that was more than enough for me simply because knowing you were okay made me feel okay.

A day never passed by where I haven’t thought of you. The five years we spent apart has given me endless opportunities to talk to every random person about you. And for the brief time I was home again, I really thought that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together. But unfortunately, that didn’t quite work out. It killed me that I had to say goodbye to you again. I remember kissing your forehead before leaving home for the last time and you screaming and calling me back as I exited.

I just want to let you know how much you mean to me. For you weren’t just my baby, my best friend, my brother, my son, my playmate. You were and will always be my most precious childhood memory. Now that you are gone, I will try and hold your memory close. I miss you with every breath I take. I miss you, Jimmy. Every day, I get on social media, I see endless posts and videos about other dogs and it kills me inside. It kills me because you were the best dog ever. You were such a good boy and your existence has kept me happy since the day I met you. I couldn’t tell you that but I want you to know that.

I hope you have made new friends in heaven. Even if you haven’t it’s okay. I’ll join you there one day and together, we will make countless new memories each day.

I am Not your ******* puppy
I am Not “whipped” or “trained”

Good Morning, Miss Natalie
I'm fine, how are you?
A spell of politeness and flattery
Specially written for you.

Holy f*cking ****, Alex
If we get caught, we're so *******
Energy unbound, mischief abound
Spells i cast to keep up with you.

I'm fine, don't worry, Mother.
I love you but you must let me write these myself
Silenced lips, secrets and the curse of respect
Wards protecting the fears i shove in the back of my shelf
.
.
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hey...you...
i missed you today

you press your face,
mumbling, into the palm of my hand
my grimoire begins melting
the spells dripping from where i stand

i caress your cheeks with my thumbs
small circles,
gentle, light
the utter safety of what i can trust to be true

i have no need for spells around you.

Bliss

I remember the glass paneled door of that house
gridded off by cheap, cracking wood bars,
the coffee stained carpet, edges chewed frizzy by rats.

I remember my dog, eight weeks old,
blurry and black as she was thrown against that door
and fell,
quivering and jumpy, to the floor.
She was too young, untrained, but
that didn’t matter to my father.
The carpet was ruined, he said,
no fixing it now, she knew what she was doing.

So she fell to that blue-patterned carpet,
lost in the dark of my father looming above,
still red in the face, still
shaking a fist.
I watched from behind, wide
unblinking eyes, sister by my side, back
against a wall.
Neither able to understand why
he’d do this to one so young.