animals

Jumbo the Elephant Drinks Whiskey

Jumbo the elephant

biggest boy on earth

drank whiskey

got way too friskey

smashed down

without a frown

the elephant barn

and now sews yarn

Jumbo went to rehab

an elephant

with alcohol scabs

he sits and prays

spends all his days

in Alcoholics Anonymous

with other drunken sailors

and green alligators

and he yawns

with a soul to pawn

giving his life to Jesus

what a creature

accepting his fate

as a Heavenly feature

reinstated

and spiritually related

got the

golden paw

and Heaven he saw

sitting on a cloud

sitting on a cloud

Jumbo is partying

with Jesus

partying with

Moses and Noah

don't you know it

Jumbo the elephant

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Pit Bull Saturday

Pit Bull Saturday

what a day

muscular animals

seeking meat

seeking friendship

wearing iron collars

and the people hollar

what a day

muscular animals

with strong jaws

and tender paws

Pit Bull Saturday

the day dogs

have it

their way

Author's Notes/Comments: 

just a short dog poem for the weekend

What Goes Around Comes Around

In a very small house in the meadow, lived a happy family of rabbits. The lovely family was made up of mother rabbit, father rabbit, the oldest sibling, Peter, and his younger siblings. During an ordinary evening, while the family was getting everything ready for dinner a tragic event took place. Mother rabbit and father rabbit were preparing a carrot based dinner and Peter and his siblings were waiting at the table when suddenly, two yellow bright eyes appeared on the window. “Go hide now and don’t make any noise”, yelled father rabbit. Every member of the family quickly went to hide, but for most of the family it was useless. A big, hungry coyote took down the door of their little house and without any trouble found and ate every rabbit except Peter, who the coyote didn’t manage to find. Suddenly, from one second to another, there was Peter, all alone in his hiding place, with no family left. He stayed there for weeks, without eating or sleeping, until one day he started thinking. “Why does it has to be this way?”, he wondered. “I refuse to keep being seen as the prey.”

One day, Peter reunited the whole rabbit community and explained to them that it was time for them to take action. Everyone agreed without thinking it twice. The problem was that they thought themselves as weak, and though they didn’t stand a chance against their predators. The words spoken that day by Peter started spreading around. All kinds of animals that were preys too started to hear about what Peter was trying to do and a desire to join this movement that started to grow in them. Birds, rabbits, deer, mice, elephants, zebras and many other kinds of animals started to gather now and then to discuss this topic. They gathered by the lake so that even fish could listen. They would work together and defend each other as if they were the same species. Every animal used their special skill to defend the rest. They realized that together they were stronger than they thought. Everything was going great, all types of animals working together to help and protect each other, but things started to get out of hand. They reached a point where they were doing too much damage. They did not only protect themselves, but also started to harm and even kill other animals that used to be their predators. Some animals even started to torture whole families of predator species without remorse. Suddenly they realized they had become exactly what they were fighting against in the first place. Things were out of control and even the lions, bears, coyotes and other strong animals were afraid of them and feared for their families. “We’ve become what we feared, we’ve become what we hate.” realized the animals that used to be preys. Peter, the same rabbit who had started the revolution, felt responsible. Finally, he decided to go talk to a coyote, which was the hardest decision of his life, since a coyote was actually responsible for what happened to his family and the reason he started the revolution in the first place. At first they both felt scared of each other, but then Peter had the courage to tell the coyote that he felt extremely sorry for what happened, but he also explained the reason why he started the revolution in the first place, so the coyote realized that he and the other predators were part of the problem, so he talked to them and they also agreed and understood their reasons, so then preys and predators got together to discuss the problem and agreed that the solution to the problem was mutual respect, so they made a pact where they would not harm each other and everything was solved.

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The Squirrel

He sits there. In his hands he has his little book of poems, and a backpack by his side. The tree besides him casts a soft shade over the bench, shielding him from the blazing sun. A cold breeze ruffles the pages of the book and he puts it down and looks up. A few people play with their dogs on that circular grassy area over there. A couple walks along the tree line holding hands. He looks down and tries to resume his reading, but his concentration is lost. His mind is already far away. Three years away.

His mind is on her blue eyes and on her freckled face and on her thin lips. His mind twirls her hair and brushes her nose and caresses her eyelids as she sleeps. He feels her soft skin under his hands, and sees the way her hair sprawls over his pillow and feels her breath on his neck. Feeling his chest tighten, he sighs and puts the book away into his backpack; it was after all just a recommendation, something to take his mind off her. He stands up and looks for something to do, anything. Seeing a trail that leads into the wooded area of the park, he starts walking.

A few minutes later he is already immersed in the woods. The smell of moss and rotten leaves and trees calm him. The birds squawk loudly overhead as they look for food or a suitable mate. His eyes follow the complete path of a squirrel leaving his hiding hole, finding a nut by the base of a tree, scurrying around the dead leaves and underbrush, finding a good place and burying the nut there, and finally darting back to the hole. He stops walking as another squirrel that was hiding on a tree branch scuttles down and goes to the exact same spot and unburies the nut, eating it right there and then, leaving the waste behind. He pictures himself as the nut that was left buried, abandoned by the first squirrel, and is immensely grateful that the second squirrel came along and unburied and ate him. The nut was lucky the second squirrel found it, he reasons. When the squirrel comes back, it will be terribly sorry to find his food gone and will have no one to blame but itself. He knows squirrels bury their food for the coming winter when resources are scarce and it’s part instinct, but wasn’t the first squirrel taking the nut a little for granted? Isn’t it a bit arrogant to think that the nut will just lie there quietly and diligently while the squirrel looks for other nuts until it’s ready? The nut does not owe anything to the squirrel; it has no reason to jeopardize its own survival for another species entirely. And when the first squirrel returns it has no right, no right at all, to act surprised and hurt about the lost food because really, what did it expect leaving his nut there, alone and forgotten? When the other squirrel came it offered the nut a purpose in the immediate future. I won’t bury you, I won’t leave you waiting, I will use you right now, and you will never be alone again. Why shouldn’t the nut let itself be dug out? The first squirrel obviously had no time for it at the present moment, here is another squirrel that does. The second squirrel did not bother with pointless “in the future” statements. It wants the nut, and it wants it now. Just because the first squirrel buried it and is waiting to return to it does not mean the nut should wait too! What if the first squirrel doesn’t return? What then? No. I had no idea if she was ever coming back, I was alone and forgotten and who can blame me for going home with someone when—A tree branch snaps.

The man puts a hand over his eyes and takes deep breaths. His heartbeat has accelerated and he focuses on the faraway squawking of birds and the forest’s smell to calm down again. He realizes he has been standing there for some time looking at a bunch of squirrels playing hide and seek, and feels a bit embarrassed. Turning towards the path, he looks up at the sun and goes to look for some ice cream.

 

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Like Cats and Dogs

Gabriela Jaime A01192597

Jose Luis Valencia A00820392

 

It is the year 2687 and humans have been eradicated from the face of the earth, their excessive pollution and continuous wars has taken care of them. At the end of The Old World, the human species lacked compassion towards their brothers and sisters, which was another reason that led them to extinction. Just some instants before the last human heart stopped beating, they observed what their unconsciousness and apathy had led to. Before them laid a destroyed world; one without a trace of drinkable water, no uncontaminated vegetables and cows have been long gone before that. Half of the flora in the history of humanity is either extinct or has mutated to this point. A few months have gone by since the last human heart stopped beating, and the animals that had gone into hiding are starting to come out of their safe place. Now, on the planet formerly known as earth, there is nothing left but animals and nature. It is a new beginning for whatever flora and fauna is left.


After the extinction of humans, animals started to speak in a long-forgotten language which allowed everyone to understand each other. After a few months went by all animals were able to understand each other. Cats and dogs took it upon themselves to make sure that the planet was well taken care of, after all they were the closest animals to humans and they were the ones who had a better idea of what society should be like. Cats and dogs took it upon them to organize The New World, but some animals didn’t believe in them, because history has shown cats and dogs rarely get along. So they questioned cats and dogs’ ability to run a functional society.


A meeting was held and all the animals were to express their opinions on what cats and dogs wanted to do with society. Horses, birds, foxes, and all of the animals that were left showed up in the remains of what used to be the Great Bear Rainforest.


“The session is about to begin, please be kind enough and take your places at once.” Said a german shepard, with an authority characteristic to its bark.

“Who is he?” Said a mighty persian cat.

“He’s the leader of the dogs, his calls himself Prometheus.” Said a skinny little egyptian Sphynx

“Can the leader of the cats stand up.” Demanded Prometheus.


A white fluffy British shorthair, with eyes so golden they competed with the sun, came forward.

“My name is Brahma leader of the cats” Said the British shorthair.

“Could I have a moment with you alone Mr. Brahma.”

“Sure thing, let's go to a more secluded place.”


Prometheus and Brahma walked to a secluded place, behind some trees where they couldn’t be seen by the crowd, and left everybody else in what was left of the Great Bear Rainforest. Time went by and the two leaders seemed to be taking their time. The crowd began to whisper things among themselves. Both cats and dogs were worried but they kept calm, until the cry of an animal was heard.


“He probably just ate him and he’s just waiting for everybody to leave so he can walk out freely.” said someone among the crowd.


The cats became more and more suspicious about what was going on on the “secluded place.” They  truly began to worry about their leader. An hour went by and one of the cats began to plot against the dogs in case Brahma did not came back. Nothing seemed to be happening so the cats began their sneaky little plan. As they whispered and began to outline their attack, they noticed that dogs were ready to counterattack. A cat picked up a fight with a dog in hopes of creating mayhem and distraction for his brothers to set in motion their plan. And just as the battle was about to get real, both leaders came out, without even so much as a scratch.


“My brothers and sisters,” Said Prometheus “This is what destroyed the human race.”

“If we are to build a new world —a new society– that runs with peace and harmony, we need to become bigger persons than they were.” Said Brahma.


And so Brahma and Prometheus stated the Postulates of The New Era, in which it clearly said animals weren’t to abandon their common language, for they must be able to understand their brothers and sisters —regardless of their fur. If conflict were to arise, no physical action will be taken, and in case any of their siblings were to break these, then the universe was going to collapse. Or so said the “prophecy” Brahma and Prometheus told to scare everyone in the world.


Years went by and animals lived in perfect harmony until one day Prometheus and Brahma had a disagreement, and like humans, they fought like cats and dogs, unable to resolve their problems, which further lead to the collapse of The New Era. And with it came the end of the Universe.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Moral: The best way to resolve a problem is by discussing it peacefully. Violence creates violence. Be tranquil, compassionate and kind.  

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Loose Killers

Strike a bullet
In the chest of a human
And it's murder
Strike a bullet
In the chest of an animal
And it's hunting
 
One holds aggression
And questions sanity
The other holds normality
And questions nothing
 
Let me have you imagine
A human approach you
In the safety of your home
With a ready gun in hand
And have you not
Put up a front in defense
 
Why is an animals defense
For their lives
Inconsiderable
 
This world has become ignorant
We think ourselves the only
Ones worthy of living
And fighting for our lives
 
We live in fear of other nations
And the war they may bring us
May it never cross your mind
Animals have been in fear of us
And the war we brought them
Too many years back to count
 
We too are animals
Should it slip your mind
We are animals
With different habits
One of them -
Thinking murder is natural
 
Should you grasp this concept
You will somewhat understand
Hunters may be held to the same
Respect as serial killers
 
Both hold no remorse
For taking lives
Why should one deserve
A different merit than the other
 
-- F.D.D.
 

The Raven and the Blue Jay

There once was a time, not so long ago, in Central Park New York City, a Raven and a Blue Jay (better known as “Jay”), who were the best of friends. These two were friends ever since they could remember; nest friends as papa bird calls them. While Raven had this combustion of impulsive energy in him, this need to always outsmart and stand out from the crowd. Little intelligent Blue Jay stayed by his side, and always supported him from the shadows.

 

Raven would always brag about being the fastest flyer in the city. He was recognized as “rapid raven” in Owl High since he was known for his capacity to do every thing faster than anyone else. Jay on the other hand, wasn’t known at all. Since he didn’t prove he was outstanding like Raven so he was practically invisible. Actually, he was outstanding in his own way but nobody noticed. He had the perfect grades and was a great singer. He actually preferred it this way though, his situation caused him no trouble. The mere thought of how fame just alters your ego and morphs you into someone you’re not, gave him the shivers down to his bird bones. He certainly did not want to be like that, however Raven was transforming little by little.

 

These two were a great pair. They’d do everything together. They would fly to school in the mornings and fly back home in the evenings, sometimes they would even wake up at dawn and go hunting. Even though they had their differences they needed each other, they counted on one another.

 

One day at school they were asked to do a project, they needed to collect branches and make a nest out of them. Once the head Owl was done explaining the instructions for the project, Raven had already begun the daunting task ahead. He soared through the whole park in a short matter of time, collecting the most branches he could find, of course faster than Jay.

 

Even if his friend seemed to be way ahead of him, Jay did not panic, and thought the project in a wise and composed manner. Brainstorming first about how he wanted to build his nest and making the physic and mathematical calculations on how much weight he wanted the nest to hold. After his calculations he slowly searched for the specific type of branches he had in mind; small but sturdy.

 

Raven, like always apparently “beat” Jay and brought in one hundred little tiny branches to their workshop in less than an hour. He started to work on his nest and was already halfway done by the time Jay arrived. Jay on the other hand, only brought fifty branches and started to build his nest patiently.

 

At the end of the class, the head Owl came to try out their nests. Raven bragged about how fast he had made his nest while Jay just stayed quiet. As the head Owl tried out Jay’s nest, every thing was amazing, he jumped, danced and it was hard as a rock. Once the head Owl stood on Raven’s nest it looked fine, but just as he jumped, the nest crumpled and came down in a rush. Raven stood there quiet and for the first time; and congratulated his best friend.

 

The moral of the story is this: Real achievement isn’t about who makes it faster, it’s about the final product.

 

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Isaiah 1:11

Folder: 
Animal Rights

 

ISAIAH 1:11

 

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Does Jesus

want animals'

crucifixion

because of

His resurrection?


-saiom shriver-

 

Footnote:

Isaiah 1:11 King James version

To what purpose is the multitude of your sacrifices unto me? saith the Lord: I am full of the burnt offerings of rams, and the fat of fed beasts; and I delight not in the blood of bullocks, or of lambs, or of he goats.

 

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I See Wishes

I See a Wish

Springtime comes,

With bountiful fields,

With flowering meadows,

With joyful animals.

 

Springtime comes,

With suffacating thorns,

With ferocious storms,

With surrounding weeds.

 

No! Do not think that way!

The thorns protect,

The storms nournish,

And I do not see weeds,

I see wishes.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This one's ok for an inpromptu poem I guess... :-)