Rhyming Rabbits & Rodents & More - Part II
legs all curled,
But those people didn't feed me right,
and my tummy got all pained and tight,
Till mom and dad rescued me, and now I attempt to eat whatever I see.
Flying around my den I run,
I hop and skip and jump into more fun,
There are toys galore strewn over the floor, but I manage to always find more.
I'm loved, I'm happy and I eat lots of hay,
this is a great place, I think I'll stay.
What house bunny doesn't recall with warm feelings the moment she'd found her true home?
PIP, THE PD POET
Prairie dogs lead a rich, full social life in their dog towns, but few take the time to share with their human neighbors some of the small pleasures of the pdog's lifestyle. In his "Prairie Dog Picnic" Pip, a black-tailed domesticated prairie dog (see photo), graciously welcomes us in to enjoy the fun:
A prairie dog picnic is the most precious thing you ever saw.
With lots of yips, yahoos, and throwing up of paws.
They skitter and scurry all plump and all furry,
in grass that is tender and tall.
They jump and they jig, some even dig,
while others do nothing at all.
They chip and they chatter when something's the matter.
They kiss and they pat, sometimes a small spat.
But something you never will see
from what we so lovingly call a PD.
In this creature's world or under God's Sun
is prairie dogs shooting humans with guns.
They give and they give while humans just take.
Oh wouldn't it be great to have their own state,
in which to live, love and be free,
but this only happens in dreams for PDs.
[Written by Pip with the help of Barb Malott © July 5th, 1999.]
PUP POEM
When it comes to that mysterious thing we call "unconditional love", no creature embodies it like a puppy. Here's a poem written by Dave in loving memory of his lost friend:
Memories are all that I have left ,nothing more to claim.
she stole my heart every part ,she was so little and alone.
so I set out to save a life and find my girl a home.
I searched everywhere I'd ever dare, no hope was left in sight,
so home we went, a day now spent it was now late at night.
On the porch we sat and I was down, my heart so full of pain.
My grandpa comes home, sees the puppy's eyes and
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