Animals

Whales: An Innocent Death

As the gentle giants swim through the sea,

Not expecting a thing,

A sharp metal object is heading in their way,

And they feel a sharp sting.

They don't know what happened,

But they feel a lot of pain,

The innocent creatures,

Are pulled up by a chain.

Now they figured out,

They know what's going on,

A whaling harpoon has hit them,

A massive violent gun.

As they're pulled up to the whaling ship,

Their condition deteriorates,

They get weaker and weaker,

They're in a terrible state.

The last thing the see,

Just before they die,

Is the satisfied look,

In the fisherman's eye.

(by Chelsie Woodhead)

The Butterfly

A  butterfly is a thing to behold,

With colour more beautiful than gold.

Flying hour by hour,

Landing on each flower.

Oh, how I enjoy your beauty butterfly,

As I sit and watch you flutter by.

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Cat Poem

I sleep on your bed,

Making it my own,

And when you are away,

I'm at home all alone.

I walk around the food bowl,

Sniffing out what's there

And if there's nothing good,

I look at you and stare.

I curl up near the fireplace,

Warming up my paws,

I pounce upon the scratch post,

Sharpening my paws.

I see a mouse in front,

Staring straight at me,

I run and try to catch it,

But it runs away from.

You see I am so cute,

So gorgeous with my fur,

When you stroke my head,

I close my eyes and purr.

(by Stephanie)

A Wild Horse

Aloft the wind

I ride the night sky

I see the world with a much different eye

Power, beauty

Strength and grace

I feel the spirits of ancestral space

Pride of herd

Sisters and brothers

I live ever watchful standing by others

A kaleidoscope of colours

No two ever same

The short, the tall, the long of mane

I know the chance

I know the fear

I live on the edge of death crouches near

On my back, I carry a load

Through storm and calm

Ever vigilant and bold

I have died in battle

Killed by men

Hunted by predator as I roamed the land

No more room

Not enough grazing

Captured, shot, sold by pounds on bills of landing

Yet I survived

Sometimes an insurmountable course

I am feral, I am Mustang, I am Wild Horse

(by Trish Beckwith)

Horse And Rider Poem

Hoofed feet steadily pound the ground,

Furred perked ears carefully swivel round and round,

The wind whips by, masking any distraction sound.

A braided tail sways in the breeze,

The last stride is near, time to bend the knees,

The haunches are readied, soon leaned back on,

Ready to spring, and in a flash we're gone.

In two point, we are one,

Flying high, soaring past the sun,

When it ends, we refuse to let it be done,

Don't you see this all excels past anything called fun?

Not fun at all, something much more hardly earned,

No doubt about it, argument adjourned,

Now we go again, taking a second shot,

The double jump comes up, we've trained for this a lot.

The cavalletti is now the target of four brown eyes,

And once again we're soaring up to the heavenly skies,

Then hind are further elevated, and lifted over the bar;

A little secret, barely known, that's just how good we are.

Confidence is ours as we land back on the earth,

Four feet are braced calmly as they again race upon the turf,

And once we run just one more everlasting stride,

Both horse and I are solely each other's safety guide.

We approach the jump, determination across our face,

We go again for this last time, one final sweet embrace,

We dance the dance that has been perfected to the last swish of the tail,

We once again are united, and here's no way we can possibly fail.

Defying gravity, for the last time without wings we fly,

No matter what happens now, this moment never die,

Over the poles we go, everything looked good, they said,

But then came the thump, the clanking sound of dread.

Once again we were obeying the laws of gravitation,

For now, we hold the memory of that unique elevation,

Slowing the pace we finish, without a perfect score,

Forever now and always, I wouldn't ask for more.

The perfect ride was wonderful, we really had a blast,

Mistakes are made and then corrected, we won't repeat the past,

One mistake showed me the real way in,

My horse was happy anyhow, no one told her we didn't win,

Contempt with whatever, who cares about their critique,

I don't, for sure, that's because our friendship has reached its peak.

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