Happy Easter 2019

Picture courtesy of: Google.com

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Weather gets warmer and the wind is a breeze

The flying pollen makes some of us sneeze.

But spring is a season where nature re-starts

the warm air and the sunshine warm our hearts.

Then the holiday gets closer, Easter it’s called

where children search for the nests we installed.

They find bunnies, and eggs, chocolate and sweets

a holiday for all of us, where the family eats.

Gone is the scarf, the coat and the glove.

We all share the  warmth, the laughter and love.

(Copyright, Aurora Jean Alexander, April 2019)

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I wish you and your loved ones:

Picture curtesy of: http://www.sutroanusar.com/easter-festival-girls-dresses.html

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You wait at my door

I found a beautiful poem on the Vampire Maman’s blog. Please take the time to read it. I’m convinced you’ll love it as much as I do. Well done, Juliette! ❤

Vampire Maman

You wait at my door,

Your bite still fresh,

Your cries

Your pleading

Your banging

The scratching

Your love

Astounds me

You will not give up

Fangs set

Love forever

I must let you in

For after all

Despite all

Forever all

I laugh

I smile

I let you in

You are my cat.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

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A Tribute To A Wonderful Cat

On paws as soft as velvet
I was approaching you
I needed food, I needed a game
So, I told you what to do.
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When I entered your home six years ago
You already had two cats
Beautiful, big, calm and sweet
Huge paws, green eyes and ears like bats.
**
No matter how cool they both were
With me they were a little cross.
It only needed one rage outburst
And I became their boss.
**
You told me you loved my kitty voice
So, I talked a lot with you
We cuddled and played many times
And the connection between us grew.
**
Then I got sick, I was in pain,
I felt your horrible inner strife,
While you tried to hide your grief from me
I watched you fighting for my life.
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For eight months we both have worked
With my vet, no matter how much it cost.
But one day, five years ago you had to see
That the battle for my life was lost.
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With tears in your eyes, you prevented the worst
The pain in your face, you didn’t want to show
You helped me to the rainbow bridge
Holding me in your Mommy arms, you quietly let me go.
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The last thing I felt before I left
Was your kiss between my ears
The last thing you whispered before I was gone
“I love you, girl”, blocked by all your tears.
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I know very much after all these years
My loss in your life still plays its part.
But we both are still a unity
I left my paw prints on your heart.
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But Mommy, don’t worry about your cat
I know you loved me so.
Believe me, here I wait for you
To the day you will have to go.

*****
(Copyright, Aurora Jean Alexander, February 2019)

A Fierce Cold Predator – A Riddle

 

You will find me in the mountains

where the air eventually clinks of cold

seeing me means fear and danger

a slinky predator, hungry and bold.

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I might not be huge, but still I’m lethal

you can’t outrun me, fleeing isn’t wise

no matter how fast you think you will be

only to try means to simply fantasize.

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I’m adjusted well to the mountain’s climate

you won’t see me until it’s much too late

don’t make yourself one of my victims

or you might early see the pearly gate.

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My nose is wide to warm the air I breathe

my fur is thick to protect me from the cold

my paws are wide and furry to not sink in

to keep me on a snow blanket and have a better hold.

**

We are an endangered species,

you will find most of us in Asia,

from North down to the South

from Russia, to Tibet, to India, until Malaysia.

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Thanks to human help and support

there are more of us than the past ten years.

Slowly we might be helped by humans

which calms us and lessens our fears.

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To help you guess, I might also tell you

that my ears are round, my eyes green or gray

my ears are round, my belly whitish,

I was called beautiful, and it’s true I must say.

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I’m muscular, lean, fast and leonine,

a predator of ibex, goat and also lamb.

Due to atopy of vodal cords I cannot roar

Yes, the Snow Leopard, that’s what I am.

*****

(Aurora Jean Alexander, Copyright, December 2018)

 

picture courtesy of Google.com

 

Hiding & Hibernation – A Riddle

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I’m cute and cuddly, without any fail

four legs, two ears and a useful tail.

I’m moving quite fast with barely a break

searching for food from seeds to a cake.

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My nose it is constantly sniffing for something to eat

my feet never stand still, not on tree nor on street.

There are many of us in different sorts

we love playing, complaining and even play sports.

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In autumn we’re eating, preparing to sleep

some food we do bury, sometimes too deep.

Even though we go sleeping when winters are cold

we are homeotherms, truth to be told.

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Several homeotherms often share a cave or a den

we never sleep through winter, have to get up and then

trying to search the food in the ground

but sometimes we hid it too well, it was never found.

**

Up to two times a year our babies are born

we take care of them together, as it was sworn.

They come into this world, naked and blind

their fur non-existent, their paws intertwined.

**

We eat almost everything, hungry we are

for food we are running, not close but quite far.

up a tree and across fields, sometimes it needs guts

but the food we love most, are definitely nuts.

**

As cute as we are, please, don’t catch us in nets

we are wild animals and don’t make good pets!

I guess you know what we are and you’re not to blame

Let me introduce myself: Squirrel my name.

*****

(Aurora Jean Alexander, Copyright December 2018)

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From Fall To Winter

It’s gray outside, and once again

the world turns cold with fog and rain.

No more golden colors of the fall

the season ends, once and for all.

**

Not long ago the grass was green

the early fall our eyes have seen;

now, brown and flat on ground it lies

There is no doubt, our nature dies.

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Rain pours down, the sky is gray

it’s dark outside, even during day.

Evenings are cold, no time to jog

the days start slow with thick white fog.

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The trees are bald, the leaves are gone

they’re dead and wet on our lawn.

It seems the time for wet and cold

for rain and frost, for death and mold.

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The year ends soon, it’s Christmas time

we should all laugh and sing and rhyme.

Nature has made its own pace slow

we all just hope for Christmas snow.

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And still, this late fall time in every year

is a sign of rest and sleep, and not of fear!

It’s Nature’s way of winter break

get ready for spring and anew awake.

*****

(Aurora Jean Alexander, Copyright December 2018)

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Picture courtesy of: https://www.mutualart.com/Artwork/Late-Fall-Landscape/66D4B112B9600F4D 

 

 

Thanksgiving Poem By Larry Sells

Larry Sells, one of the participants in this year’s Halloween Poem contest, has provided us with a wonderful Thanksgiving poem. I decided to publish it here on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’ as a guest post. Thank you very much, Larry.

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Family Gathering
Food on the table.
Words of love enter hearts.
Hugs give support.
Tears of joy are wiped
off with love. Families
grow and get smaller.
Love becomes a tradition.
Love is more important
than what’s on the table.
The hugs, kisses, warm people’s
hearts and souls. Gratitude gets shared.
Peace joins us all; one person at a time.

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Connect with Larry Sells:

http://www.larrysells1960.com/