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| RAINBOW BRIDGE Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they each miss someone very special, someone who was left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, he breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together... *Author Unknown* |
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| PLIGHT OF THE PARROT The rainforest where we once lived Was lush and thick and green. The trees's they reached into the sky Like none that most have seen And in the tree's a hollow spot Is where we both would go, For in the hollow,we would lay Our eggs as white as snow. The forest it had plenty Of food for us to eat And water holes where animals Would play and swim and meet. One day as I was in my log I heard a awful sound, I flew out to the lookout branch To see what lurked around. A human with his nets and gloves, Machete and a sack, Had come to steal our chicks from us, Oh how I want them back. And when he took our little chicks I heard a piercing cry, He dropped my chick from up above, I had to watch him die. And when he left,we went to see Our hollow and our nest Our family was gone you see, Our place where we would rest The village man he walked for miles Through forest thick and green, The babies cried inside the bag, It hurt to hear them scream. Into the village with the bag The merchants came to see, When opened up a single chick is all that there would be. On the bottom lay my chick, His body limp and frail, His eyes sunk in,his wrinkled skin, no longer would he wail. The thunders comming closer The tree shakes from the ground, Branches flying everywhere Our home is falling down. I fly away and then I see My mate is no where near I search above the tree tops no calls for me to hear. And on the ground my lifelong mate Lies still as still can be, And we will never mate again And never will be three. And all the trees where we once lived are gone forever now, For roads and pastures take their place And ranchers with their cows. Our food supply has dwindled our water hole is gone, No place to rest my tired wings Dear mate it wont be long Soon you will not see us In the forest if you look, The library is where we'll be inside a picture book. So wont you tell you children of the parrots you once knew, and rest your head at night with ease, Knowing,you did all that you could do. Written by Terri L. Doe |
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| The Meaning of Rescue Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed, All nicely tucked in my warm new bed, I'd like to open my baggage, Lest I forget, There is so much to carry - So much to regret. Hmmm...Yes, there it is, right on the top, Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss, And there by my perch hides Fear and Shame. As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave - I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain. I loved them, the others, the ones who left me, But I wasn't good enought - for they didin't want me. Will you add to my baggage? Will you help me unpack? Or will you just look at my things - And take me right back? Do you have the time to help me unpack? To put away my baggage, to never repack? I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see, But I do come with baggage - Will you still want me? -Author Unknown |
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| A MANIFESTATION Mary Zoll c. 12/95 ======================== unashamedly eccentric Joan came for Thanksgiving a bird on her shoulder-- an umbrella cockatoo six months old and unimaginably white this white is not an innocent velvet lily white a tender sea-foam white or a gentle melting-showflake white this is not a pristine isolated iceberg white a momentary dream-fragment white or a dangerous deep-pile polar-bear white this is not a cold starlight-filtered-through-space white this is a staggering white hypnotic white warm-blooded feathered phenomenal multitudes of living white the working interconnected white of her main flight feathers the soft stunning white of the silken down on her chest (continued) |
| A MANIFESTATION (continued) the personal white under her wings where she invites scratching occasionally the fluffy puffed-cloud almost frivolous white of her ruff the delicate white of the miniature cheek feathers she angles forward to close off the sides of her beak the glowing white of the expanding sideburns and crown she raises for show a crest more intricate than a Victorian-lace collar more spectacular than a satin papal tiara more wondrous than the halo of an angel this is god white |
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The Last Battle You will be sad I understand, But don't let grief then stay your hand, For on this day, more than the rest, Your love and friendship must stand the test. We have had so many happy years, You wouldn't want me to suffer so. When the time comes, please... Let me go. Take me where my needs they'll tend, Only, stay with me 'til the end And hold me firm and speak to me Until my eyes no longer see. I know in time you will agree It is a kindness you do to me. Although my plume its last has waved, From pain and suffering I have been saved. Do not grieve it should be you, Who must decide this thing to do. We've been so close,we two these years, Don't let your heart hold any tears. This final task for me, I beg of you to do, And always know within your heart That I loved you, too. -- Unknown |
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