Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

He gave his true love a bone and they buried it together under the old oak tree but then she dug it up. Silly pup.

He gave his true love a flower and she promptly ate it. Then they romped in the field, tails wagging, paws padding and fur flying.

Puppy-dog flies through towering grass-blades High to the hillock and up to the sky. Puppy-dog flies after kitten and kite - Sweet puppy happiness, puppy-dog flight. With thanks for children and puppies in parks

David was reading his screen. Alice was moving the mouse around wildly. Quite disturbing really. David huffed. Alice stopped. The mouse ran back to its hole.  Afterwards David barked. Alice miaowed and ran. Then the mouse came out, chewed the wire and the computer fried. David read the newspaper instead.

One day a small bear wandered into a house. He found dinner for three on the table, and ate it. He climbed a chair to reach a fruit-bowl and broke three chairs. He went into the bedroom and fell asleep on three beds. Three big scary humans ran off screaming. Bearman Cartoons is raising money for charity again. Just follow the link and join in! It’s easy. Be kind. He’s generous.

“Check out that bear, man.” “Where?” The young men stared where long-haired beast lazed happily, caged but free. One bear stood tall; another crouched. Then both rolled on the grass and laughed at the sun. “Check out that bare man,” said the bear. “We look so much better with hair.” Bearman Cartoons is raising money for charity again. Just follow the link and join in! It’s easy. Be kind. He’s generous.

The bird-bath glinted in the sun, smooth glass-topped fun, awaiting passing birds. Above were cries of glee, or geese. And down below small squirrel hunted nuts’ forgotten holes. A tom-cat stirred. Bird fluttered down to bird-bath glinting glorious in the light then stayed, afraid, soul-trapped while cat strode watching, free.

Little kit through shadows creeping Snatches mouse through narrows sneaking Sleek, delicious, cleans her whiskers Yum. Bluebird high in tall tree flitting Down on squirrel never quitting Sitting watching feeding birdseed Yum. Kitten’s oft-inspiring treks now Rest in dreams in comfort’s house, how Vanished hopes are banished, canned, still Yum.

Dreaming butterflies in shadows Curtains flutter and the hallowed sky Reflects on specks of dust. Dreaming squirrels in the trees He sees that patterns of the breezes fly Like rainbows into rust. Dreaming mystery and magic See the kitten and the puppy fly like Clouds of summer dancing winter’s fire.

In dark earth a worm turned slowly to light. Bird swooped. Worm wriggled free. In green tree a squirrel complained at the sight. Bird chattered. Cat pattered on grass. Bird took flight. “Am I being good?” asked the boy who caught the spider. “Can Santa see?” Boy let it go.

Puppies bounced through hedgerows while leaves turned into snow. Small legs raced fast through mounded white. And pups got stuck. Mom clambered through hedgerows while leaves squelched into mush. She rescued pups and set them back on paws. Her feet sank deep in slippery sleet-sodden mulch, white sauce on brown.

The scent of cooking, Sweet and savory; Sounds surround A scrap, a bubble Gravy. Clattering pans, A smattering of something Splats the floor. Alone no more There’s pattering feet And paws Where scent of cooking, Glorious cause, Imbues the pup with Glorious applause. Your chatter draws A lapping, happy tongue. Giving thanks for Thanksgiving dinner

Was it wrong to cry? Wrong to whisper my goodbye To you? I don’t know why But somehow it felt right And still I cried. Was it right to make An end to it, agree and say Okay and let them let you sleep. I weep remembering Keep wondering why. Giving thanks for the comfort of pets.

’Tisn’t raining Ground is almost dry, disdaining Leaf-mold’s cruel slide. Strains to peek From side to side, small kitten wearing Water in her fur. It isn’t wet The kitten ventures out and yet There’s raindrops in the air. Kitten despairs Of ever being warm again ’Til door is opened there. Thankful for comfort and warmth

She still looks round that corner Behind me Still waits though I mourn her. She’ll find me Some curious dawn where I’m crying And nudge me, forlorn fur Abiding In memory. I’ve torn her From dreams But she’s mourning me still And each pup fills my Longing to see her. Giving thanks for dogs.

Amanda raked the leaves to form neat piles. Amanda’s puppy jumped and scattered them. Amanda raked the leaves again then took the puppy safely back inside. Outside, the wind blew wild and free. Leaves scattered far and wide. And hidden spiders grew to monster size. No problem. Puppy ate them.

A squirrel was hunting acorns in the grass. Sunshine flamed like firelight from his tale. He twitched and passed—warm squirrel. Beautiful—from lawn to deck where shadowed hand reached out to wreck his day. Warm squirrel. Mmm. Delicious. Discarded furry brush, some bones and an acorn all that remained.

From milkman’s granddaughter to cowed by the farm: Don’t miss this terrifying tale of death by a thousand udders. You’ll never look a bovine in the eye again without flinching... Meanwhile, from innocent calf to bovine Halloween. You’ll never look humans in the eye again without flailing those powerful horns.

Petey loved the lions at the zoo. “Wish I could set you free,” he said. “You can,” the lion replied. “Hey, he can speak!” Petey grabbed his mother’s hand, then trembled as his voice grew hoarse. “Who can speak dear?” “No-one,” said the lion in Petey’s skin, while Petey roared.

When summer ends the house gets quiet. Dog makes friends with cat again and they curl on the sofa looking out at birds. They bark or yowl at passing strangers and carefully guard the doors. When summer ends it’s time to clean house, stretching paws to hidden parts of floors where enticing scraps lie hid. Cat finds a beetle—always fun. Dog finds breadcrumbs and wishes he could reach that distant speck of meat. When summer ends there’s still the odd sunny day and one last barbeque. Cat wonders if they’ll try cooking squirrel, while dog tries to catch one.