Lost in translation...

May has been a difficult month. If you read my post of April 30th you'll probably understand why.

http://imaginaryscrapbook.blogspot.com/2009/10/jasper.html

After a battery of tests, medications and waiting, it turns out my wee man has canine multiple sclerosis. It's incurable and will soon take his life. He's lost so much muscle mass in his back and bum I can feel every bone. He drags his claws on the ground when he walks, struggles to get up off the floor, is completely deaf, has hypothyroidism, hip dysplasia, chronic atopy and arthritis. But what is more heartbreaking is knowing that one day soon he'll lose the ability to use his back legs, bowels, bladder, front legs, lungs and his brain. I've already had a preview when I caught him by surprise one afternoon. He saw me and tried to run towards me but lost control of his back legs and dragged the whole lower half of his body up the road to meet me. The sight was more heartbreaking than words can describe, especially when he's been with me for almost 13 years!

So I've written May off as a non-starter in my project. Anything I have written will be posted in June, when I will restart my endeavour. I am naturally sad and frustrated at the break in my progress. But as committed as I am sometimes there are just more important things in life, and a close companion is one of them.

To all my followers, thank you for your support and I hope you'll continue to keep reading.

Jabba

Pet in the vet,
old and worn,
do I set him free
to heavenly roam?

Third world

Kevin built a time machine
not bad for a tall, spotty teen
every night instead of sleep
he'd make a distant space time leap
seeing things in his future
wondering if he's rich or poor
but one night he travelled too far
and saw the death of the sun star
a mighty bang he did see
a chance to start world number three

Little record

Swishing tail
and tiny hooves
now listed in the record books

Could he be
the smallest horse?
according to Guinness of course

Either way
he is too cute
little pinto Brute

Gilbert and Gerty

Gilbert was laid on the grass
sadly his long life had past
Gerty wouldn't leave her mate
knowing what would be his fate

Crows approached with greedy eyes
but Gerty she was much too wise
she stood beside him faithfully
and fended off the black bullies

They lunged at her, their beaks were wide
hoping to peck at his hide
but Gerty jumped into the air
and whacked them with her tail of hair

You might think she was mighty large
to be able to take such charge
but don't be fooled by your mind
it was a squirrel that was kind

Fur..evenge

In a land turned upside down
humans didn't wear the crown
all those years subservient
animals were discontent

Tired of being stripped down bare
just so humans wear their hair
animals now in control
turned the tables on their role

Sitting meek below the chain
humans now no longer vain
made to atone for their deep sin
for animals now wear their skin

Run in the sun

Jelly beans and telephones
lots of people jarring bones
start to finish, it's a race
who is going to set the pace

Young and old, tall and small
come together, one and all
Tower bridge and Cutty Sark
they all love this running lark

Some will finish down the Mall
others they may just fall
but no matter how many start
the best thing is just taking part