I have been hard at work on a novel of late, 78,000 words at the moment, yet the Ukraine invasion has been on my mind.
Pet poem IX
“Always, shalt thou live large within my heart,”
said I to my dog yester evening.
Strong bonds, they doth bind us, ne’er will we part,
I thus promised to her, faith believe me.
At night, she nestles firm against my spine.
Her legs, swift a’twitching as doth…
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Sonnet №86 — A Love So Pure — pet poem #8
No love so pure has ere left human hearts
as love that takes root deep within our pets.
For nothing canst e’er pull us apart
From those creatures, we shall not forget.
Our pups from childhood still live within;
they dwell, yet be long past these forty years.
You’ll ne’er forget your kitty’s grin
or how your dog wouldst pine to scritch her ears.
Shakespeare doth not wrote of love so pure
that comes ‘tween all good people and their pets.
Unrequited, yet no one seeks a cure;
A rare love, with feelings bold; no regrets.
Our pets, they hold our hearts for evermore;
’til our souls, too, wash up on heaven’s shores.
— — September 2020.
