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Animals In My Life E-Book

Pamela Douglas

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Having once rashly boasted that she could remember every animal she had ever known, the author thought she must put pen to paper and see what memories came flooding back. The delightful poems in this collection moving, funny, sad, loving, will strike a chord with many a pet owner and entertain all who enjoy the ways of our animal friends.

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ANIMALS IN MY LIFE.

© PAMELA DOUGLAS 2008

ISBN 978-1-906658-16-8

Animals in my life. Illustrations by Pamela Douglas

Book Design, cover & Typesetting by;David Stockman Creative Designer

Published by M-Y Books,187 Ware Road,Hertford.m-ybooks.co.uk

The right of Pamela Douglas to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988.

A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form (including photocopying or storing in any medium by electronic means and whether or not transiently or incidentally to some other use of this publication) without the written permission of the copyright holder except in accordance with the provisions of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. Applications for the Copyright holders written permission to reproduce any part of this publication should be addressed to the publishers.

To the memory of my lovely husband who shared with me my constant pre-occupation with our four-footed friends.

Contents

TIGS

NEWCOMER

HARRIET HARCOURT HEN

THE PUPPY

ON GUARD

POOR TIM

NEW KITTEN

PADDY

SULLIVAN

OH TORTOISE

SUNDAY MORNING

LITTLE WHITE RABBIT

SPLINTERS

WINTER VISITOR

YOUNG FRIENDS

SUKI

SHORT ACQUAINTANCE

VERA

SPRINGTIME

NEWTS

BETH

OH, WHAT WILL FATHER SAY?

PRRRRRRRRRR-RRRRR-RRRRR

HYAM

NEXT DOOR CAT

THE CONFIDANT

EARLY MORNING

WHERE IS HYAM NOW?

OMO

BUDDIES

BUSTER

THE LILY POND

SHAH

BUMBLY

CUSHION

OLD CITY HORSES

BIG TOM

OUR UNCARING WORLD

THE PANAMA HAT

MOTHER CAT

THE MILL POND

THE BUTTERFLY

REMEMBERING

ARREST – A – CAT

THE SNAIL

BORIS

BILL

MY CAT

FOREWORD

TIGS

Tigs was a cat,A gentle old cat,I did not know him when he was small.Tigs was a cat,I remember that,Tigs was a cat,That’s all.

Tigs is the first animal I can remember,come, come and meet the others.

NEWCOMER

Inquisitive eyes,

Impertinent tail,

Infinitesimal size,

Instinctively male,

Inferior fur,

Imperious yell,

Impulsive purr,

Invaluable bell,

Informally fond,

Intensely aware,

Immortal bond,

Ingenuity rare,

Incredible poise,

Indisputably King,

Impartial to noise,

HARRIET HARCOURT HEN

My parents kept chickensWhere I was born,The old cock-a-doodleWould crow each morn.

They did not have many,I think about ten,The oldest wasHARRIET HARCOURT HEN.

I’d put my arms firmlyAround her neckAnd stroke her soft feathers,As she would peckAt the corn we had thrown onThe winter ground,Her chattering chickletsAll scrabbling round.

She was gentle and softAnd I’ll never forgetThe feel of my veryFirst family pet.

THE PUPPY

A puppy called Ruff,He was soft and tiny,He had wobbly legs,He was black and shiny.

He had no pedigree,No Kennel name,But we did not care,We loved him the same.

We would play for hours,Ruff, my brother and I,Rolling and runningAnd jumping high.

What life had that puppy,What fun and what barks,What games we got up to,What pranks and what larks.

Then one day that puppyGot ill, sad and low,When we went for walksHe’d not want to go.

His eyes became streaming,His nose cracked and dried,His lithe little bodyJust lay down and died.

ON GUARD

There he lay,One very hot day,Stretched out in the August sun,With feet out spreadAnd lolling headAnd all his mischief done,when of a sudden,From afarThere came a piercing shriekAnd from his bed of thistledownHe made one sleek, black streak;For what it was that wakened himWas not a human call,But one great fearsome tabby foeUpon the garden wall.

POOR TIM

Round and round the goldfish bowl