Monthly Archives: October 2016

Dogs Dream About Their Owners

A recently published study indicates that it is likely that dogs dream about their owners and that large dogs dream for longer than smaller canines.
The results of this study do not surprise me. I am now working with my fourth guide dog and have, from a young age grown up around dogs. Dogs wag their tails and perform other activities, such as running, growling or yelping while asleep. It is therefore logical (to my mind at least) to assume that our four-legged friends can (and do) dream. Anyone who has grown up around dogs will have observed them growling while asleep which indicates that they (like us) also experience nightmares.
http://www.themonitordaily.com/dogs-dream-owners-study-says/212676/

Alley Cat Meets Wild Dog

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An alley cat prowls.
A wild dog growls,
In answer and howls,
Longing for tasty meat
To eat.

Feline
And canine.
Meet
And greet.
Her pointy feet,
Their mutual deceit.

I see a line
Of feline
And Canine,
Never ending,
Wending
It’s weary way
To the place where all must pay.

Can You Guess These Books From Their Emoticons?

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A series of emoticons showing various books, including “Peter Rabbit” and “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory”, some of which are more difficult to guess than others, (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-3871186/Can-guess-books-emoticons-Titles-classic-children-s-novels-turned-emoji-tales-quiz-s-bound-leave-baffled.html).

10 of the Best Gothic Poems for Halloween

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Some great reading for Halloween.

Interesting Literature

The best Halloween poems

What are the best poems about Halloween, the best poems for Halloween? In this post, we’ve gathered up a mixture of the two: some of the following ten poems are specifically about Halloween, while others are suitably Gothic poems to enjoy on or around Halloween. So, if you have your pumpkin at the ready, get ready to click on the title of each poem to take you through to a treat rather than a trick…

Robert Fergusson, ‘Hallow-Fair’. Robert Fergusson died aged just 24 in 1774, and might be seen as a sort of precursor to Robert Burns, who was just a teenager at the time of Fergusson’s death. Fergusson’s ‘Hallow-Fair’ (1772) is a great Halloween poem to begin this list: it’s rich in Scots dialect and offers a window onto eighteenth-century Scotland, focusing on the Hallowmas Fair held annually (usually on 1 November…

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There Was A Young Lady Called Mary

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There was a young lady called Mary
Who worked in a haunted dairy.
On seeing a ghoul
She said, “I am no fool.
You are not in the least bit scary …”!

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There was a young lady called Mary
Who worked in a haunted dairy.
On seeing a ghoul
And being a fool,
She mistook it for a fairy!

Flies

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I
Wish that the fly
In the ointment would die,
But worry it will turn into a bee
And sting me.

I
Conjured up the fly.
It grows in size
Which is no surprise
For those who feed
Flies, find they breed.

Man sews
A poisoned seed
Called want, not need
And goes
In search of flies to feed.

2nd Halloween Poem Contest – Third group of submitted poems

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Thank you to Aurora, of Writer’s Treasure Chest for the opportunity to enter the second Halloween competition. Kevin

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Picture courtesy of: http://preventioncdnndg.org/eco-quartier/eco-tips-for-halloween/

Your Animal Side by Angela Kay

I hear everyone has an animal side.

What is yours?

What is mine?

No one can really know for sure.

Could it be repulsive in the dark, silent night?

Save me from this frightening thought.

I saw a creature enter my room last night.

Could it be what I think?

This is not a story because I saw it.

As horrifying as it is, I believe I saw your animal side.

It’s not ordinary.

Do you want to know what it is?

I saw a big shadow on the wall.

The eyes were blood red in the mirror.

I saw gruesome fangs.

The creature howled at the round moon

And tore into my soft, clean flesh.

I fought back, teeth sharp and hungry

Our animal side has gotten the better of us.

Written by Kevin Morris

Walking through the churchyard…

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If I Where A Rentier

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If I where a rentier living off capital
(The very idea is laughable)!
I would retire to the moors
(with other bores)
And shoot peasants
Yes, I think that would be pleasant …!

I would terrorise the local wenches
And build high fences
To keep at bay
Those intent on stealing my wealth away.

Huge parties I would throw
And my reputation for debauchery would grow.
The vicar would pray
Lest I give his secret away
While the bishop’s innocent daughter
Would, like a lamb to the slaughter …

But I am no collector of dividends
And my efforts bend
To writing verse
Which, growing worse and worse
Will, I fear, not fill my purse …!

Autumn Ruminations

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The scent of leaves
Temporarily relieves
My introspection.
There can be no excuse
For dejection
When Autumn is here to seduce
Me with her heady scent.
I repent
Of fruitless hours spent
Over keyboards
While the squirrel hoards
Nuts in the nearby park
And the clear, sharp bark
Of a fox
Says “a pox
On your writing.
You ought in the outdoors to be delighting.
Take a walk in yonder wood
For the air
There is good
And Autumn fair
Is warmed by a gentle sun.
Soon winter will come.
Have done
With melancholy thought
For time, once passed can not be caught
And every second is dearly bought”.