But he always comes to me
And demands what he wants, you see
Remembering that I have sway
Knowing the kids are a call away
So my dog is aware that I can’t get up as often lately (health just plummeted) but he also knows that I’m a lot faster at getting the kids to do something that he needs or wants than if he went to the kids by himself. So Vincent will come and bark at me the different barks he has for when he needs food, water, or to go outside.
Or if he wants to cuddle, but not with me for some reason.
So many people
Think there’s only one way
And they forget just what they have
Reality isn’t always the same
Voices don’t always cry out
Even when they know
Despair has fingers everywhere
“Please don’t scream anymore.”
Everyone was startled by the low words from the crouching man in the middle of the room. They hadn’t realized that he’d stopped singing the quiet lullaby to himself until that moment.
“I don’t want to know what will happen if you wake her up.”
It was his oldest friend that ventured the question they were all wanting to ask. “Wake who up, buddy?”
“The crying woman in the back of my head.”
People say turkeys
Are dumb and cannot fly high
I know that they can
I am trying a type of poem that I haven’t in a long while, a haiku.
Mostly because I came across a funny cartoon where a turkey is asking why they were made to be dumb and not able to fly. I have turkeys here on my farm and they aren’t dumb at all and they can fly so we had to put netting up all across the top of their enclosure while keeping them in the garage in the meantime. They love to perch way up high in the rafters and I wish that my garage was kinder to my camera so I could show everyone.
It’s true that most turkeys are bred today in such a way that does make them really stupid (the ones you can buy to raise from most stores that sell them will drown themselves in the rain on accident). We lucked out and got a tom and two jennies that were smart enough to keep themselves alive so long as we can keep them in the yard and safe from predators. (Mostly because our tom turkey, Cid, is the biggest coward ever. He’ll make lots of noise. As he runs away. The jennies, Misha and Edea are more willing to protect their chicks than Cid is.)
Sometimes it’s hard to remember
That all we have
And all we’ve lost
Comes from the same place
We only have connection
To those things we choose
Never really knowing
Just how much we lose.
We give a bit of ourselves
To those we love
Knowing in some way
This is the way to grow
A loss isn’t truly a loss
Unless you choose to let it go
Choosing what you will take
And knowing the difference it makes.