The Poetry Club was a huge hit at the Chickmas Eve party. They are always one of the highlights but this time they had tightrope walkers in the background, so everyone was thrilled.
Kitty Kitty’s poem was about stray and feral cats. Here’s what he said…
Strays and Feral’s
by Kitty Kitty
strays and feral’s are hungry
they don’t understand love
because they never had any
their lives are hard
they die young
open your hearts to them
and dry place for them to sleep
they are beautiful
and need help
A lot of the chicklets were crying after he read his poem. They’ve seen how difficult life is for those who live on the street and their hearts were broken because they can’t help everyone. Kitty Kitty was a feral cat who was hit by a car. The chicklets found him and brought him to The Coop, where he learned what kindness was. He was afraid at first, and it took him awhile to trust anyone, but the Warming Bunnies were there when he woke up and the chicklets sang to him and told him stories about the brave cats who lived at The Coop. The cats visited him everyday and finally he slept through the night and started eating. When he was better, the chicklets asked him to stay with them forever and he said that he would. Now, he’s on several committees and an important member of the Poetry Club.
Jason, the Guinea Pig was found on the side of the road, where the people he lived with dumped him, when they no longer wanted him. The chicklets found him and brought him home. He was healthy, so they took him for a Gondola ride on the Duck Pond and gave him a lot of cookies. Here’s his poem.
I didn’t know what love was
until I found my real home
I was kept in a small tank
at The Coop
I am free to move about
and go anywhere I like
I am treated with respect
and valued for what I can contribute
I am the happiest Guinea Pig
in the whole world
Everyone applauded and flapped their wings, when Jason finished his poem. He’s such a happy being and he’s a fabulous poet. Everyone loves him and he’s on may committees, including the weekly paper, where he has his own column.
Jade, who always wears green, was next. Here is her poem.
Everyone talks about the lack of joy in the world
but I’ve never known anything but happiness
I was hatched at The Coop
and I have been loved from the very beginning
I wish everyone could have what I have
if they did
the world would be a wonderful place
and no one would have to stay away
because if humans knew how to love
they would never kill and eat us
There was a moment of silence for all the animals who have been tortured and slaughter by humans. There was no applause but there were a few sad peeps and a wing flap.
Springtime was next. He was rescued with his siblings and mother, from a Factory Farm. Here’s his poem.
I am grateful to everyone at The Coop
for saving my mother
and my brothers and sisters
from a terrible death
I am grateful to the Warming Bunnies
and to the chicklets
I am grateful to the hens
and to the roosters who went after
the bad people
I am grateful to all of you
not only for saving us
but for never even thinking about
not saving us
for putting your own feathers on the line
to bring us to your home
for all that you have done
and continue to do for all beings
On Chickmas Eve
I am truly grateful
Everyone was cheering and crying, even the hens. Someone started passing cookies to everyone, so they would calm down. The rhinos were sobbing, along with everyone else, not for Springtime’s gratitude, but for those they were unable to save. Those at The Coop take rescuing others from humans their main goal in life. The cookies helped and then they sat down and were ready for Bats.
Bats and his friends roost in a cave at the back of the property. They lost their home when humans visited and raised the temperature in their cave, and bats started to die. The chicklets told the bats to come and live with them, so they did.
our cave is dark and cool
and we love it
our cave is our home
we are happy there
thanks to the chicklets
The chicklets were so happy. The dogs were barking, the horses were stamping their feet, and the DJ put on some Chickmas music. Music that was written by the Music Committee.
The gray bird and Sandra were not reading poems they were simply walking the wire.
Another wonderful Poetry Reading on Chickmas Eve.
Thank you for taking the time to read their work. The chicklets send Chickmas peeps, chirps, and wing flaps. They also ask for your help. Help strays and Feral cats. Please don’t eat animals, or harm them in any way. They send their thanks. So do I.
Oops…Gray Bird just said she has a poem.
by Gray Bird
I love to fly
I wish everyone could do it
I can see really far
when I’m in the air
and it’s fun
I like it best in the summer
my wings get cold
when I fly in the winter
so do my feet
but flying is great
I thought you’d want to know that