to fight
humans have taken all that in us is good
twisted and mangled it for the sickness
in a part of the world called the ‘hood
others of our race, but not our breed
are used as bait for in-training fights
like us, they go where the humans lead
but it’s not their nature to lunge & bite
these gentler souls immersed in violence
must live their life in terror and fright
onto the blood spattered earth we tread
the meek and the innocent made mean
willing or no, to the brutal fracas we’re led
and though we have been brave and strong
in the ring
circled by a jeering, cheering, inhuman throng
this shouldn’t be how we begin or end
remember us in the thoughts you keep,
and include us in the prayers you send
we were not meant to live this way
please help us anyway that you can
be our voices, for we don’t have a say
dog fighting should be forever banned…
copyright 2007 by kathy pippig harris
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For Sluggo
In His hands, at The Bridge…
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honey and light and everything right
his glorious tawny coat is the silk of spun gold
the warmth of his fur is morning’s first light
the sheen on his flank is that of polished amber
it’s all just part of what makes him, oh so right
what courses through his veins are liquid sun drops
for his heart’s a pulsing light pumping golden love
his eyes, soulful, are the color of honey in moonlight
and his merry spirit is blessed by the angels above
he is all that is good, unbridled, and set free,
there’s magic in his smile and healing in his touch
this gentle being is the sun’s light wrapped in fur
he who asks so very little and gives so very much
his expression conveys more than any words spoken
and as mighty as the pen is, it can’t fully describe
his unconditional love, loyalty, and utter devotion,
and the gifts of joy to be given, therein that reside
his fidelity dances ’round him on filigree wings
it’s that nimbus, aflame, in glowing sunny hues
the fulfillment of all my cherished, wondrous dreams
for now and ever, he’s the mate my soul would choose
he is the bright light at each day’s end
and the star shine when night time sets in
like no other, he is my very dearest friend
come dawn he’s the rising sun and all…
… that’s right and GOLDEN
copyright © 2004 by kathy pippig harris
Kathy lives in Central California’s San Joaquin Valley with her husband and furry family. She is a published author of five novels. She states, “Were it not for her need, desire, and love of writing — she would surely go mad!”
She writes to reach the reader’s heart and mind–and make a connection.
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