Poetry

Whether they use words or fists,

Hisses or claws,

It simply breaks a mother’s heart

each time it happens.

Helplessness is never a great feeling.

Yet sometimes all you can do is show you love them.

No matter who instigated the fight.

Signs will show.

Things change.

Behaviours once common

now become distinct in their absence.

Everybody’s welfare must be met.

Including the pets.

They are family after all.

Holiday is coming up.

Chocolate is preferred.

Some may like the eggs.

Or the bunnies of marshmallow.

Just don’t prank the kids on the morning thereof.

To add something

you need to know

what to add.

Plus it helps

if you know

what you are adding to.

Otherwise

you might get some

unexpected results.

Dungeons to explore.

Dragons to fight.

Or steal from.

Friends to adventure with.

Trouble to find.

Or help for the poor villagers.

Games to bring us all together.

Red crested,

Yellow breasted,

Bandied legged,

Booby bird.

Abbot’s calling.

It is a commodity.

Bought and sold.
No care for the parents.

Only dollar signs are seen.

In this disposable society

it is a shame

everyone’s life is worth so little.

Reputable breeders are hard to find.

Do your homework

or you will find it comes back to bite you.

So often we assume

quiet and shy as someone

who is nice and friendly.

Not looking past the surface

means missing important details.

How malignant can the emotional growth become

before it ruptures

and people say “oh, but they seemed okay?!”

It has broken.

The rain pours.

Kids play in puddles.

School starts again next week.

Until then

parents are hoping for sunnier, warmer skies

so they can throw the mischief makers outdoors!

Those welcome sounds

that herald the final thaw of winter.

The emergence of the birds

and the mating calls enacted.

Best of all

the chirping of the cats

as they watch through the window

hoping some day soon

to be let out

so they can go murder the feathered chirpers.