A goat and a garden


Sometimes all i want is a garden with a goat in.

In the garden the goat and i would be equals.

Taking in turn the work and things that equals do, in gardens.

When we fell out, which might happen often  i may add.

Both being stubborn, I think we might stare at each other all day, and be sad.

And we wouldn’t i’m sure get much garden work done.

That i can say.

We would alway’s silently care for each other.

But probably not for the garden that much.

I would poke about in it a bit, and sit long and thoughtful under goat and I’s tree.

Wishing goat wasn’t so as stubbon as me…

Then goat would come and lie beside and as i feel his unmoveable strength

I smile because we got what we wanted x
Pauliepaul

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Tilly the railway cat

Tilly stays shy in the shadows without fuss until

As railway cat do

She casts her green eye left

And her blue eye right

Seeing in multi colour danger out of sight

Tilly meets and greets the friend

She chose to meet

With whom she feels secure enough

To purr and eat

I am smiling because i’m happy as i’m writing

And it was Tilly the railway cat

That made me feel like that
pauliepaul

When i was a Blind Cat.

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When I was a blind cat I fell in love with a dog.

We had to keep it quiet and we met carefully on rooftops.
He hated that.
I loved the way i heard him chase his tail, and I loved the way i sensed him watching me as i cleaned my whiskers when i knew.
He knew.
I couldn’t see.
Sometimes when my experienced feline patience payed off. I would catch him a mouse.
He never understood.
I would pretend not to be upset for as long and for as much as i could.
When he was feeling ill I would know because his nose would be dry has he muzzled my ears.
When I was feeling low he would lick my face and know as he tasted my tears.
I would spend hours listening to him gnawing a bone. I might have liked this a little, but i never understood why he did it.
Sometimes I wanted to be alone in my darkness and i knew he would pretend he wasn’t hurt.
When we had a play fight my instincts would take over and i would scratch his nose.
He hated that.
He asked one day why I did it?
I said because i’m a cat.
A blind cat.
But i knew that he knew that.
When we parted I was sad, I said I’m sure we can make it work.
But inside i can see.
And inside i saw that he loved me.
Enough to know he couldn’t be the one.
That saw things the way i do.
On our last day i made him chase me up a tree.
He asked why i made him do it.
I said.
Don’t you see ❤️
pauliepaul

Talking Care with foxes. truesaystory x

Photogragh taken by Xenia Lewis
Photogragh taken by Xenia Lewis

I want to talk to foxes I thought, and actually said out loud as I cycled from Crouch End to Holloway.

It was half past one in the morning and the fox ran in front of my bike. I stopped and said hello boy and he paused and turned to see me.
And I wanted to talk to him and say your safe and how are you and can I help?
But he ran off and left me with an out stretched hand that I wish he’d known would have cared for him.
Pic by Nina Walsh
Pic by Nina Walsh
Jo came in just now, excited about a connection as she often as with animals.
The fox’s tail caught her eye as it dodged into the garden.
Hello Foxy she said and it stopped and looked at her and cocked it’s head.
As she passed, she looked behind to see Fox was heading for The danger of the Holloway Road.
Yet it met her gaze as she said with more than words.
Oh be careful Mr Foxy..
Then reaching a natural point to do so, Jo looked behind and the Fox looked back as well.
As he did Mr Foxy stopped, as he thought, then turned back into the safety of the garden.
I like to think it was the fox that i met.
But i like it most that Jo can talk to Fox’s, amongst everything else x
pauliepaul

Time to smile with Izzy dog.

Ready to play true say x
Ready to play true say x

Well here again i am with my best friend in the worlds German shepherd.

John is skiing and i love the chance to spend time which i do, with the dog he’s given so much time and care to.
She knows i’m arriving of course, maybe from the last time John said you wait here for paulie.
John is long gone for the airport as excited i park my car and with my bag in hand walk through the unlocked front door.
The extra sizeable German shepherd see’s me and is quiet because of a bold entrance.
Then she smells me and i shout and Izzy is wild with fuss, i like to think it’s because she knows and feels my love for my best friend is without end.
And she knows my best friend knows my thoughts and love for her.
I go to bed tired and yawning having to make room for her at the bottom of the bed.
And awake in the morning tired and yawning, remembering John and something that he said.
So i take the lead although i’m being led, and finally remember the thing that John said.
And it makes me smile as i head back to his home with Izzy dog.
pauliepaul

I want a cuddle not a Bear from a fraught Europe

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As a child I had a teddy bear with straw in, and i also had bad hay fever.

I think the allergy was blatently brought on by the bear.

I don’t blame the bear well who would. Some.

But the fact of the act of i’m guesing my grandad bringing back a straw filled bear from a fraught Europe.

I think at least made me wheeze, cough and have a tight chest, not to mention the hint of menace i felt from the bare German bear.

Well i believe my cousin Robert had the straw filled German bear first and i like to think that i had it last.

When later in life under lights as they asked me questions about the straw filled German bear i would declare.

It was full of straw and made me sneeze and it was bald by the time i had it anyway, sans fur.

Also i added with the confidence that age provides that thinking about it now, I never understood why i ended up with the second hand bald straw filled German bear in the first or second place!

And further to that! why out of fright! i never repeated the things that bear whispered to me in German at night!

We did French at school, je nais conprend pas!

You Shnell!

pauliepaul

Friends of Dash.. X

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As Dash settled into his new donkey life, to think he’d forget his past donkey strife would be wrong. Soon his back will ache enough to remind him of his friends still sighing with the weight of stupid abuse.
Don’t shout of human poverty to Dash, because your human poverty is brought about by stupid humanity.
Dash would smile as he helped if he was loved, feeling loved Dash would give you more than help.
Being Human is not just about being stupid, being human is looking into a donkeys eyes to see his pain.
As you gain what?
For every beating you gave Dash’s friend, I would remind you harshly of histories lesson.
Being stupid is no excuse for being barbaric.

pauliepaul

Fox in the sun

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This is written for the Man who has an article in The Sun.

Because he shoots Foxes for fun.

Just as they try and find food for their young.

As they carefully creep to find food to survive.

He shoots them with a gun from the safety of a window.

The fat man if he is a man, from the article in the Sun.

Is lucky, that the Fox hasn’t got a gun.

And unlike the Fox who has a life and a purpose.

This pointless fatman with a gun has an article in the sun.

About killing Fox’s for fear? I suspect not.

Do I laugh?

Or Cry?

Well I laugh when I read “Fox world” by Tim Sim Seed as the Fox gets the gun and shoots fat boy up the bum just for fun and the sun want’s to tell the Fox tale.

Fox being Fox, hearing the tabloid interest with a groan gets the gun and shoots the men from the sun in good conscience and with a journalistic cause.

Again up the bum.

They cry like babies and plead “we”re sorry!”

They plead, shout, cry and yell, but the Fox’s still wee on them on their way home as well.
😍

pauliepaul

Friends of Dash x

Please think about helping a friend of Dash's x
Please think about helping a friend of Dash’s x

As Dash settled into his new donkey life, to think he’d forget his past donkey strife would be wrong. Soon his back will ache enough to remind him of his friends still sighing with the weight of stupid abuse.

Don’t shout of human poverty to Dash, because your human poverty is brought about by stupid humanity.

Dash would smile as he helped if he was loved and feeling loved Dash would give you more than help.

Being Human is not just being stupid, being human is looking into a donkeys eyes to see his pain.
As you gain what?

For every beating you gave Dash’s friend, I would remind you harshly of histories lesson.

Being stupid is no excuse being barbaric.

pauliepaul

These animals have no power of choice, please try and help xx
These animals have no power of choice, please try and help xx