Would that I could become my own totem, a fantastical blend of all traits I admire in one creature, new to the earth. I would have the stoicism and steadfast strength of the bear, shuffling through my days safe in the certainty that none would…

The dark green of the jungle cloaks my presence Thick vegetation dampens the noise of my cries My surroundings hide me in fear of what I could do But I can’t move, my might suppressed by traps The King of the Jungle, how far below…

I splash, l dive, l tumble swimming up the cool stream my beak digging into mud, foraging for a yabby lunch, I nest in my burrow, away from the sun I am rather adorable unique as they come    

In the twilight, yellow eyes catch the light Spilling from the kitchen window into the garden. Half in shadow, white-tipped brush stands alert Watching for a hostile human leaving the house. Through the fence posts, russet-gold pours itself Travelling the wastelands on little fox feet….

Although living in a cage, I am a bird; flying in my dreams. Mine is a story untold; I wish I was enough bold! In the question marks I believed, And in the doubts, I often dived. I imagined to come out of the cage,…

When Gracie cuddles up to me a fur ball of love is all I see. I refer to her as my therapy dog and people seem to play along. But it’s really not a joke to me. My Gracie is great therapy. There’s nothing wrong…

I slip through the undergrowth, Ears pricked, tensed. The world goes silent around me. I can smell the aftershave, Hear the deep voice locked In muscled throat, he struts. I wait. Whiskers tremble, pupils widen As day melts to night. He slowly slips to sleep……

They are the babies, at first, they were two, then we gained a few, now they are a crew! If you feed some more, these felines take the door. You’d think they are poor! They are well-fed and sly! This backyard feral group, coming for their…

Response to earlier poem “Homecoming” The land you know, even when you are lost can return you to a final destination called home. The road searching for a hard and deep plot of land to lay your weary bones. The faces gather to watch in…

It isn’t in my way The table is nice and clear But it wasn’t there yesterday Really, it shouldn’t be there now Only I can choose, but mom and dad disprove Knowing this I swish my tail and shrug Either way, I think I’ll push…