Goose…thoughts

as far as we know
a goose
doesn’t think
about flying
she just flies
flying
is what she does
it’s as natural to her
as breathing
we can’t know for sure
but I doubt she thinks about
not being able to fly
about having to walk
or crawl everywhere
it doesn’t seem as if she would
compare herself to other beings
and wonder why they were always
on the ground
and not in the air
I think our species is the only one
that thinks about what others
can and cannot do
the only one
that thinks of never ending destruction
and deadly weapons
that could end all life on the planet
I think we’re the only broken ones here
I think every other species
just lives
and does’t worship death
I don’t think a goose hates
or wants more than she needs
I think a goose is balanced
and in harmony with nature
she isn’t other
but part of
we are the ones who are
out of place
we don’t belong here
we are the enemy
to every
living thing
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Artist…a poem

she sat in her studio
dreaming
lost in ideas
and colors
forms
lines
and movement
pictures
drifted by
then faded
as the light
around her paled
and left her
still in her chair
her head
filled with
incredible
visions

 

Photo:  Cottonbro
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A perfect moment…

the other night
I was outside
with my cat Emily
the sun was just dipping
below the horizon
there was no wind
it was warm
a bird was singing
its final daytime song
and I looked around
filled with happiness
and thought
this is one of those
perfect moments
and I’m so glad
to be alive

A work of art…Lizard…a poem

tiny wee lizard
your beauty is unsurpassed
your mohawk
a delight
your eyes are dark
alert and searching
your lovely toes and claws
a wonder to behold
your coloring
and the texture of your
skin call for soft pets
and butterfly kisses
tiny lizard
you are a perfect
work of art

 

Photo:  hhtruong97
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Poetry…

REALITY
by Honey

life changes all the time
the humans try to push the animals out
they take their habitats
their food and water
they think everything belongs to them
even our bodies and coats
they take and never give
they don’t have the chicklet spirit
in their hearts
that’s why they are so mean
they don’t know how to share
and see the beauty in everyone
and everything
animals never take too much
I wish we could fit all living things
inside The Coop
all living things
except the humans
then everyone would be happy

BUNNIES
by Lester

bunnies are our friends
they work in the hospital
and in the nursery
they are never too busy
to warm someone
or to help others
bunnies are soft
and loving
I’m so happy to have them
as friends
I’m so happy they live at
The Coop
WE LOVE BUNNIES

POWER
by Lois

Chicklets have power
the power of kindness
the power of love
the power of sharing
and seeing beauty in others
that’s no small thing
Chicklets love almost everyone
not factory farm workers
or mean people who hurt animals
but everyone else
Chicklets are eager to learn
and to teach
they care for each other
Chicklets save lives
they fight back
and rescue others from
Factory Farms
Chicklets are political
and they are willing to
do what needs to be done
to help those in need
I am proud to be a Chicklet
I realize how fortunate I am
I promise to always be a good
Chicklet and fight
for what’s right

WINGS
by the Flying Chicklet

Our wings might not
get us off the ground
but if flight is all you dream about
you can find a way to do it
never give up on your dreams
unless it makes you unhappy
then get a new dream
because it’s silly
to waste your entire life
moping around
but if you want to fly
you can do it
even if you can only fly
in a straight line
it’s still flying

 

 

 

 

April…a poem

april
can’t be trusted
anything can happen
in april
the weather is
unpredictable
the only thing that can be said
about it
is
WHO KNOWS WHAT’S COMING NEXT
it’s a contrary month
full of fits and starts
storms and gentle rains
sunshine and soft clouds
it can lull you into believing
that spring has arrived
until you wake up and
see snow on the ground
april is the
trickster
a friend of
Coyote
you can’t help
but love them
but you have to
stay on your toes
whenever they’re around

 

Photo:  Charles Deluvio
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You know this picture is all about magic…A poem

a witch lives with me
we work together
in harmony
as it should be
what we do
is for the
good of all
and the harm of none
and you may well ask
how we know
what is good for all
well that’s easy
what we do is
loving and kind
life affirming
in a world
that is determined
to do the exact
opposite
I’m happy to be a
familiar
and she’s happy
to be my witch
merry meet
and merry part
and merry meet
again
blessed be

 

 

Photo:  Xue Guangjian
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That moment…a poem

this reminds me of a
WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE
moment
the end of the line
no more putting it off
sink or swim
so to speak
either dive in
build stairs
learn to fly
or turn around
and do something
different
then again
perhaps one should just
look the  beautiful the snow
then get a nice
hot cup of cocoa
and adopt a cat

 

Photo:  Simon Lohmann
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A work of art…

her beauty
is undeniable
her strength
and bearing
obvious
a powerful
Goddess
a woman
who did not
surrender
but fought
the life
she was given
and won

 

 

Photo:  CristianNewman
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The tree…a poem

the tree stood alone
but it was never lonely
the sun came to visit most days
as did the wind and soft breezes
clouds often stopped by
and there was always the rain
to look forward to
so every morning
when the tree woke up
it could hardly wait
to see who
and what
the day would bring

 

 

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