Maybe poetry.... maybe not

[babaruss]

Found this among my things...Em's been gone for almost five years.

<CENTER>Life here gets to moving a bit when Em pulls in from work.</CENTER><CENTER>Misty, and Tipper, hit the gate, tails wagging, making happy </CENTER><CENTER>sounds. The cockatiel screams for her attention while I pull</CENTER><CENTER>a chilled glass out of the freezer, and pour her wine. </CENTER><CENTER>Not more than seconds through the door, and she has</CENTER><CENTER>rolled her pantyhose, and panties, down off of her hips,</CENTER><CENTER>and into tight ball, tossing them aside like the peel of an</CENTER><CENTER>exotic fruit. A sip from her glass and straight for the shower,</CENTER><CENTER>to wash her work away.</CENTER><CENTER>Misty automatically wanders over and curls up in front of </CENTER><CENTER>the bathroom door, creating something to trip over when</CENTER><CENTER>she comes back out. Becoming something to guard against</CENTER><CENTER>rather than the other way around.</CENTER><CENTER>Emmy makes an appearance wearing a t-shirt big enough for us</CENTER><CENTER>both to wear ...a big towel is wrapped around her wet hair.</CENTER><CENTER>With glass in hand, she settles onto the couch to take a quick</CENTER><CENTER>look at the mail, before starting to tell me about her day.</CENTER><CENTER>Unwinding, and coming together again at the end of the day is </CENTER><CENTER>a habit we’ve both learned to enjoy...I listen she talks,</CENTER><CENTER>(it hasn’t always been that way).</CENTER><CENTER>Cockatiel perches on my shoulder, hissing, and biting, every </CENTER><CENTER>time I move, or nod my head. Starling perches on my head</CENTER><CENTER>and tugs at strands of hair...’hey be careful what you do up</CENTER><CENTER>there’. This dull-colored bird is showing the beginnings of a </CENTER><CENTER>black and white spotted vest.</CENTER><CENTER>Emmy checks the computer to see if there’s any mail. I hope </CENTER><CENTER>she has some, ‘cause I feel a bit uneasy if it’s all for me'.</CENTER><CENTER>Together we spot something new outside the window, just beyond</CENTER><CENTER>the computer screen.</CENTER><CENTER>A baby dove has discovered the safety of our back porch, and </CENTER><CENTER>has made her elf at home. </CENTER><CENTER>Who knows, maybe she'll soon join us and one day</CENTER><CENTER>we'll all sit together at the end of</CENTER><CENTER>the day to help Em unwind.</CENTER>

[JillWLowry]

Found this among my things...Em's been gone for almost five years.


<CENTER>Life here gets to moving a bit when Em pulls in from work.</CENTER><CENTER>Misty, and Tipper, hit the gate, tails wagging, making happy </CENTER><CENTER>sounds. The cockatiel screams for her attention while I pull</CENTER><CENTER>a chilled glass out of the freezer, and pour her wine. </CENTER><CENTER>Not more than seconds through the door, and she has</CENTER><CENTER>rolled her pantyhose, and panties, down off of her hips,</CENTER><CENTER>and into tight ball, tossing them aside like the peel of an</CENTER><CENTER>exotic fruit. A sip from her glass and straight for the shower,</CENTER><CENTER>to wash her work away.</CENTER><CENTER>Misty automatically wanders over and curls up in front of </CENTER><CENTER>the bathroom door, creating something to trip over when</CENTER><CENTER>she comes back out. Becoming something to guard against</CENTER><CENTER>rather than the other way around.</CENTER><CENTER>Emmy makes an appearance wearing a t-shirt big enough for us</CENTER><CENTER>both to wear ...a big towel is wrapped around her wet hair.</CENTER><CENTER>With glass in hand, she settles onto the couch to take a quick</CENTER><CENTER>look at the mail, before starting to tell me about her day.</CENTER><CENTER>Unwinding, and coming together again at the end of the day is </CENTER><CENTER>a habit we’ve both learned to enjoy...I listen she talks,</CENTER><CENTER>(it hasn’t always been that way).</CENTER><CENTER>Cockatiel perches on my shoulder, hissing, and biting, every </CENTER><CENTER>time I move, or nod my head. Starling perches on my head</CENTER><CENTER>and tugs at strands of hair...’hey be careful what you do up</CENTER><CENTER>there’. This dull-colored bird is showing the beginnings of a </CENTER><CENTER>black and white spotted vest.</CENTER><CENTER>Emmy checks the computer to see if there’s any mail. I hope </CENTER><CENTER>she has some, ‘cause I feel a bit uneasy if it’s all for me'.</CENTER><CENTER>Together we spot something new outside the window, just beyond</CENTER><CENTER>the computer screen.</CENTER><CENTER>A baby dove has discovered the safety of our back porch, and </CENTER><CENTER>has made her elf at home. </CENTER><CENTER>Who knows, maybe she'll soon join us and one day</CENTER><CENTER>we'll all sit together at the end of</CENTER><CENTER>the day to help Em unwind.</CENTER>


It probably wouldn't count as a poem, but it touched more than most poems I read. It sounds like you had a special relationship. Thank you for sharing.

[babaruss]

It probably wouldn't count as a poem, but it touched more than most poems I read. It sounds like you had a special relationship. Thank you for sharing.


The whole household had a special relationship with Em.
She had lots of love to share...and share it she did !!
I count myself lucky to have been among her throng of adoring creatures.
The last of her critters is now gone...taken by a raccoon a couple months ago.
The only stray left now is me.
Good part of that is I'm filled with wonderful memories.
Because of her I'll never look at a bird, or animal, in a casual way again .
Russ

[sd gross]

Absolutely poetry! Very touching, sweet, insightful and rich with caring and sincerity. Em was lucky to have had you (and the critters, of course) to hang with.

Found this among my things...Em's been gone for almost five years.

<CENTER>Life here gets to moving a bit when Em pulls in from work.</CENTER><CENTER>Misty, and Tipper, hit the gate, tails wagging, making happy </CENTER><CENTER>sounds. The cockatiel screams for her attention while I pull</CENTER><CENTER>a chilled glass out of the freezer, and pour her wine. </CENTER><CENTER>Not more than seconds through the door, and she has</CENTER><CENTER>rolled her pantyhose, and panties, down off of her hips,</CENTER><CENTER>and into tight ball, tossing them aside like the peel of an</CENTER><CENTER>exotic fruit. A sip from her glass and straight for the shower,</CENTER><CENTER>to wash her work away.</CENTER><CENTER>Misty automatically wanders over and curls up in front of </CENTER><CENTER>the bathroom door, creating something to trip over when</CENTER><CENTER>she comes back out. Becoming something to guard against</CENTER><CENTER>rather than the other way around.</CENTER><CENTER>Emmy makes an appearance wearing a t-shirt big enough for us</CENTER><CENTER>both to wear ...a big towel is wrapped around her wet hair.</CENTER><CENTER>With glass in hand, she settles onto the couch to take a quick</CENTER><CENTER>look at the mail, before starting to tell me about her day.</CENTER><CENTER>Unwinding, and coming together again at the end of the day is </CENTER><CENTER>a habit we’ve both learned to enjoy...I listen she talks,</CENTER><CENTER>(it hasn’t always been that way).</CENTER><CENTER>Cockatiel perches on my shoulder, hissing, and biting, every </CENTER><CENTER>time I move, or nod my head. Starling perches on my head</CENTER><CENTER>and tugs at strands of hair...’hey be careful what you do up</CENTER><CENTER>there’. This dull-colored bird is showing the beginnings of a </CENTER><CENTER>black and white spotted vest.</CENTER><CENTER>Emmy checks the computer to see if there’s any mail. I hope </CENTER><CENTER>she has some, ‘cause I feel a bit uneasy if it’s all for me'.</CENTER><CENTER>Together we spot something new outside the window, just beyond</CENTER><CENTER>the computer screen.</CENTER><CENTER>A baby dove has discovered the safety of our back porch, and </CENTER><CENTER>has made her elf at home. </CENTER><CENTER>Who knows, maybe she'll soon join us and one day</CENTER><CENTER>we'll all sit together at the end of</CENTER><CENTER>the day to help Em unwind.</CENTER>
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