Ishtar's Shithouse Poetry

Deep in the shadows, a black cat prowls, Her sleek coat draped in midnight's cowl. Her eyes, twin moons of emerald light, Harbour a world that glows, so bright. In her bright mind, wild rivers run, Dappled with fields, kissed by the sun. Prey of light and dream takes flight, Through the labyrinth of boundless sight. Her owner, blind, feels her friends beat, A current flows where visions don't seep. The whispers tell on where darkness dwells, And in quiet tones, her presence casts spells. The cat, transfixed begins her chase, Across imagined time and space. Her paws strike down on phantom ground, While purring winds of joy resound. The blind one listens, her head held high, Tracing the dance she cannot spy. Each thump, each bash, each chirping sound, The window into a sight unbound. Together they weave a private lore, Of hunter, prey, and bathroom floor. The bond between these worlds so clear, A vivid mind, heard by kindred ear. For sight is not the only way To glimpse the dream...

I was once a zookeeper and one of the most memorable days in that role by far, was the day we moved our lioness into her new enclosure. The Plan: Get the transport box into the inside enclosure and up against the hatch door to the outside enclosure. Someone would then lift the hatch, we could then lift the door on the transport crate and she should just run out. We could then close the doors behind her, remove the box and make a safe exit, before securing everything and giving the lioness access back inside. The best laid plans never go as expected. The old lioness in her wooden transport crate was so heavy, that it took almost every zookeeper working that day to lift the box. With us all crammed onto each side and with barely any room to move, we shuffled our way from the tractor into the enclosure in a fashion reminiscent of Terry Pratchett's 'Luggage'. The lioness was not happy about her containment and after setting the crate down, she began to move around inside, grum...

Once upon a time, sick mice were treated Doing our best for lives defeated Undrunk tonic was poured into the water supply Over and over, as generations of mice passed by Until one day, it suddenly became clear That really wasn't such a good idea!

An impish, intelligent  Fiery element  Light footed as can be

It's an invasion alright They declared war On innocent lives Blame them for the decline Of endangered species Our scapegoats But the danger Is human domination Claiming the land as our own We once came close To hunting our wildlife Into near oblivion Brave squirrels took hold Their feral adventures were bold This accidental release Spreading the seeds For natures replacement Our saviours? With the boldness they lack Why assume reds would Come back? What is the cost of no squirrels Due to grand ideas And chemical castration?

A kindred spirit Slinks through the trees Unseen The cunning The most challenging Humanity Has ever seen There to guide us Remind us Where we Are going wrong Every autumn You will hear Caution in song Lamenting their woes Inviting man To change tack - For us To bring Ba lance Back

The fox in the shadows Watches you He knows of the wicked things That strange men do He is smarter Swifter More agile than thee One scent of the hounds And he knows he must flee