Sadly, the first phrase that came to me was EXPLOSIVE temper. My Dad F had an explosive temper, which led to scenes I don’t want to revisit. Apparently my Uncle Danny had an explosive temper, too. I thank God often that automobiles have replaced horses. While there were many kind owners, too many of those poor animals had to suffer the wrath of a cruel master with a whip and a violent temper.
As I typed in the word, my thought switched to EXPLOSIVES, their usefulness in building our country. Megatons of mountain rock blown away to make a path for the railroad track and then the highways.
Now I recall the explosions we all love to see, and watching the International Fireworks Competition in Montreal. There! It turns out there is something good to be said for EXPLOSIVE.
what courage mouse!
risking your whiskers for rice
hunger makes us all brave
deserted wren house
whitefoot mouse clan
field mice explore
a mountain of stored grain
blessings rain down
mice in the hayloft
nestled into next summer’s
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weary pup wanders down a strange road listening for hope
I once saw a dog run at top speed and totally exhaust itself trying to catch up to the car that dumped it on a country road. Thankfully, dogs have become valuable and dog owners have become more responsible through the years, so this scenario doesn’t happen much anymore. Hopefully the day will come when no pets will be abandoned in a hostile environment to survive however they can.
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There are many people who’s hearts are touched by compassion, who are kind and willing to share when they see a need, and I’m thankful for them all. Unfortunately this trait rarely extends to the animal kingdom. Their policy tends to be, “Me and mine and that’s IT!”
Our poor Angus is nursing a gash on his left cheek because another cat dared to come over and sit on our step — and needed to be taught that such liberties aren’t allowed. Over the past few years he’s had various abscesses that needed doctoring and has notches on one ear — all of which came about during another “physical removal operation.”
I’ve had opportunity in the past to see Angus display the charity of Ebeneezer Scrooge. That crotchety character, when asked for a donation for folks who needed food and shelter during the winter, suggested the poor house. When told that some folks would rather die than spend their days in the poor house, Scrooge mercilessly replied, “If they’re going to die, then let them get on with it. There’ll be less needy people.”
Angus has a nice warm house to live in and lots of food, but he isn’t at all sympathetic to another cat who’d wish for the same. He has come to accept Pookie, who wandered in about five years ago, but should he lay eyes on another cat anywhere near our house now, he communicates his message loud and clear: “What’s here is all ours but YOU, wretch, are not getting ANYTHING. Now beat it!”
Here’s a little poem I wrote once about the subject.
Two tomcats meet on my fence; in a fanfaronade of frizzled fur they dispute who owns this particular property. Tails lash, eyes flash fire as they hash it out – militants defending self-defined borders, crouched to spring or flee. After prolonged discussion one bows to superior yowl power, cedes territory grudgingly. You silly cats! I own this place. But neither one asks my opinion.
I’ve been feeling a bit like that myself lately. 🙂
Actually, this is a word I’ve rarely heard here in western Canada, but have come across it in books by British authors. Enough that I get the picture.
The Other Side of the Bars
Oh, don’t those creatures wear me out! A constant stream of them parading past my part of the forest all day long making weird noises, snapping fingers, coaxing me to do tricks as as if I were a monkey! They litter my cage with peanuts and popcorn, as if I’d eat the stuff they eat. The short ones are the worst for squealing and wailing, especially when they come in big groups, guided by a few big ones.
By mid afternoon the sun is so hot and I’m so knackered I want to sleep for hours. But the gawkers keep calling and whistling at me. Thankfully, towards evening all those creatures disappear and a blessed hush falls. Even those noisy hyenas shut up for the night. I can finally relax, munch some comforting leaves, then stretch out and have that sleep I’ve been wanting all day.
Tomorrow morning it’ll all start again. What a life!