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Across the Valley, atop the hill
comes the shrill call of a Whippoorwill.
The haunting cry, give me a chill
up my spine; it always will.
Gone from my mind; that was until
I heard the cry of the Whippoorwill.
Long did I wonder, why time stood still,
when I heard the cry of the Whippoorwill.

The Rooster was a Red,
of that I am sure.
What happened next,
I had to endure.
A rural scene, out in our yard,
I was just playing around,
when I heard a noise;
a loud, scary sound.
I turned to look
for what it might be
and saw a Red Rooster
running at me.
I stood up, as quick
as I could, thinking
the Rooster misunderstood.
My mind told me to run,
not just to flee,
for that big Red Rooster,
was coming for me.
I ran to the house
and grabbed a broom
fighting off the impending doom.
I went out to play
on the very next day,
uncertain if the Red Rooster
was far away.

My grandfather would say
on a warm Spring day,
"you can feel the rain
as it is on the way."
I didn't understand then
but I do now,
for from the wind
a coolness could be felt
on the warm Spring day
and soon the rain
was falling in it's way.

Tufts of hair,
A swirling.
Eyes that glisten,
Mouth an orb,
Open to the wind.
Ears, with penchant,
Sounds a flowing,
Sighing, in the night,
Echoes from the
Empty corridors
And vacant rooms,
Until morning light.

When I was young,
not quite a teen,
I thought I knew
what a life did mean.
But now with years
gone, so quickly by,
I know not of life
nor can I try
to explain to you, my friend
how suddenly this
long life will end.

I am but one person in this world
And I will be what I will be.
I will march to my own drummer
And I will sing my own sweet song.
Those of you who don't like that;
You don't have to march along.

Loving you, is easier than,
anything.
Loving you, is the best
thing that I do,
for loving you gives me
more happiness,
than all the creature
comforts in the world.
Holding you, while
standing , in a crowed room,
lying with my head
above your shoulder
or gently placing my
hand upon your breast,
is true happiness.

Dear God
I pray in the next life
you treat her with care,
for at this moment,
I'm filled with despair,
about the loving God
that hears not, my prayers.
So I'm left to go and shout,
"Why are you doing this to She,
tell me please, this aged lout
for I don't understand, let me see
why She must suffer so,
which hurts her family."

"I don't need this,"
she said to me.
"For in a home
is where I must be."
Not happening at this time,
for the danger that lurks,
are not good, not sublime.
The risks that are in a home,
are too high for her,
so Assisted Living
I must now defer.

Walking along a spill of Shale,
each step left a broken trail.
A careful step, you must make
or a slow ride down, you will take.
There is nothing like it, men and boys
as it surely makes a lot of noise.
The choice of paths that you made
becomes a path; a noisy parade.

Stupid is and stupid does,
Not for reason; just because.
Ignorance abides in what I see
for our leaders fail, in protecting thee.

There he was.
Hair down to his knees.
Not trying too hard,
for there's no one to please.
This poor soul,
needs grooming to ease,
the burden of grime,
so he can soon breathe.
A wonderful mutt,
when you cut off his hair,
realizing all the beauty,
found under there.
A beautiful dog comes into view.
A beautiful, male Shi Tzu.