Opening Doors to Poems for Animal Lovers

I am excited to open a new door to my poems for animals lovers.

Yesterday I visited the extraordinary Kathy Kieth at Medusa’s Kitchen, daily poetry from around the world (poetry with fangs!), with four poems from my poetry book As Good as Gold: Why, Moon? – Silver Stars – Why, Owl? – White.

These doors from Brasov and Bucharest are part of this week’s Thursday Doors over on Dan Anion’s fabulous blog.

WHITE

One is pup, with his brothers—three,
where one goes two more follow, carefree.
One is the sun, with moon and star makes three
up on the sky they follow each other with glee.
Snowman is one. All alone,
thinks pup.

The day when sun played hide-and-seek
and white-grey clouds made all look bleak,
the day that smelled all fresh and icy
and Mom was baking sweet and spicy,
that day they all went overboard
when, “Snow,” laughed dad and kids sprang out the doors.

That day’s the day he came, the snowman.

He wasn’t there at first when all,
the kids, the dads, the pups, grand too, wrapped in a shawl,
the neighbours all, the mailman and friend mole 

(who popped his head from his warm hole),
young, old, busy or not, all went out the doors.
To see the snow.
He wasn’t there, the snowman. Pup knows.

He came much later, towards the night,
when Sun was gone, but star shone bright.
He came all quiet, on soft footprints,
with his wide smile and pointy nose, and hat, topped sideways.
Then, stopped and stood, and froze, outside their window,
by the doorstep.

It’s night, the moon is out and all are sleeping, but pup
who tries to smell the snowman (through the window glass).
“I hope he won’t be leaving till the morning,
it’s eggs and bacon breakfast, I better warn him,”
and Pup hops off,
he’s out with snowman.

And two more balls of fur roll out the doors with glee
for Pup is one, but with his brothers, three.
Soon three white balls of fur surround the snowman,
who smiles his brightest smile, “S o, then,”
he whispers softly, it’s but the wind for you and I,
while three white, furry balls still bounce about, “snow fight?”
and on the sky the moon shines bright with glee.

Christmas in coming
for all, pups, humans, and snowmen too. 

(As Good as Gold, by Patricia Furstenberg)

If you wonder WHY IS A CAT NOT LIKE A DOG? – you can find the answer right on my blog or you might enjoy reading Autumn and a Cat with Gamboge Eyes.