A CAR OF LOVE
Oh what does the winter snowdrift bring?
Two puppies snugly in a red and green crate
In an old rusty blue children’s wagon
They are gifts to greet this Christmas again
The puppies contemplate the snow
To the house where the windows shine
Because in there, a girl and a boy
Expect a promised gift of loving joy
His treasure is adorned with a large red bow.
The same one used one Christmas, long ago
When loving parents gave their children
Two rescued puppies, whose lives they had saved
Gifts like these, gifts of life and love.
They are like those given to us by the Creator from above
On that first Christmas he was born in the night
A gift given: a child who would show us the light.
What treasure will await you on Christmas day?
What a gift from God to you, in the snow does put?
~*Kathy Pippig
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COYOTE
there is a bug living
In the hills and the field.
He distrusts strangers,
from the unknown can hide.
Though his kingdom grows smaller and smaller,
the patrol still with pride,
‘Bass the shining moon, softly padding
with his shadow by his side.
When the sun sinks into twilight
the prairie wolf does give voice,
through the darkness into the night sky,
where the silver stars shine.
~*Kathy Pippig
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STILL AND SILENT I AM
While my body, motionless and silent, lay,
I see you cry and I hear you pray.
But I’m not there
while you tenderly cradle my neck and my face.
Your tears keep falling
even after I left your embrace.
I know that now I am in another splendid place.
I am no longer tired or tormented by pain.
I am in a meadow on a sun-warmed plain.
There are hills, flowers, rivers, and grassy glades.
Brilliant starry nights and beautiful sunny days.
I’m on the Bridge to run and play.
And until you join me, this is where I’ll stay.
I loved you then, I love you now.
Although I live here, I will visit you from time to time.
You will feel me close and you will wonder how
I’m doing since I got to the Bridge.
Well I’m doing as well as I can
and my love for you shines for eternity.
I’ll see you when the time is right.
So please kiss my face and hold me tight.
And join me on our heavenly flight.
Together we will always be
our love the bond that sets us free.
your beloved furkin (furry member of the family).
~*Kathy Pippig
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THE FOG IN THE HOLLOW
On a cool autumn morning
when the mist fills the glen
and the sun dyes the sky amber red,
fairies dance deep in the forest.
in a glen ‘medium dewy grass
stands a man dressed in plaid
and their flutes are the song of the wind,
heard in the dim light of a dream.
Tonify the cold is the haze
while flowing with the chorus of sad notes
of the lilting melody of the pipe.
Invigorating cold is the breeze
that weaves through the trees
and about the mist in the hollow.
~*Kathy Pippig