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Sention beings

Humanity finds it hard, What stupid beast we are, Judging other mammals only worth to be hunted to extinction, Mere ornaments for a wall, Let’s look at human traits: Thought animals four and two figure things out, Cognitive thought my cats hate walking on the ground its to humdrum they prefer jumping from box ofContinue reading “Sention beings”

No book card

No food stamp, No home, Living on street, All mammals need a home, Food, Security, Love,

Baby

Only porch, Ball of for, Grey n white, Child of my big grey I call Prince, Hole under my shed, Wee kitten, So I worry about all babies cold this night, Our second little snow, I worry for human , I worry for all mammals, I always have, I always shall,

Curtains

Sheets of rain, No fog, Smeared windows, Mine, Food bank Saturday, Forty degrees, Eight above freezing, Soon I’ll be home yeah! Saw two kitties no Iowa deer, Yeah?

Sixty years ago

Just sixty years ago, October meant rain, Cold dreary days and more rain, Two years ago in twenty twenty we had rain then Bam, Snow, That’s was the year we sprung to Spring in March, Springing back first weekend in November, Mother nature already has darkness at seven p.m. in northern Iowa, Who are weContinue reading “Sixty years ago”

Friday

Seems like it feels, Another seven days has past, Sometimes it feels like a year, Some weeks are longer, Memory makes them that way, Funny or sad, Empty or full, To awake with my youngest by my side, In my arms, Starts my day, Happy, Cheerful, Always better than sad,

Just an Empath

When I think I want a cup of tea and I know I have to go back to make the butter for my popcorn and turn on my electric stove I’ve lowered the heat, I sit in my chair for just a bit I’ve made the walk back and forth to my washer to checkContinue reading “Just an Empath”

Prince my grey stray

We always chatted, Pete’s son’s gonna ketch him and take him to the farm he works on. I think Prince us highly intelligent, I know he will survive a farm, I always try to save and protect life, Its the Pagan way,

Heat n eyes

Too hot, Sixty-four,no air, Sweat distorts in eyes, They your actually eyes swell, I feel fir those poor cows trapped in milking barns their entire life, Faers are to goddam lazy to fetch cows fir milking, From day one of milking no longer fo cows roam, That’s fucked up, Human prisoners have more Rights thenContinue reading “Heat n eyes”