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The Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here,
That pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends
So they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine,
And our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old
Are restored to health and vigor;
Those who were hurt or maimed
Are made whole and strong again,
Just as we remember them
In our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content,
Except for one small thing;
They each miss someone very special to them,
Who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together,
But the day comes when one suddenly stops
And looks into the distance.
His bright eyes are intent;
His eager body quivers.
Suddenly he begins to run from the group,
Flying over the green grass,
His legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted,
And when you and your special friend finally meet,
You cling together in joyous reunion,
Never to be parted again.
The happy kisses rain upon your face;
Your hands again caress the beloved head,
And you look once more
Into the trusting eyes of your pet,
So long gone from your life
But never absent from your heart
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together

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Innocence

Innocence is a litter of puppies
Boxed and left beside the trash can
Their very existence treated as disposable
Their confused and scared whimpers go unheeded
Its not their fault their purebred mother mated with a strange mutt
How can anyone look into their eyes
And walk away without feeling guilt or grief?

Innocence is a litter of kittens
Dumped off on the side of the highway
They’re so young, their lives barely begun
Their mother no longer answers their cries
Their only crime was to be born
How can anyone look into their eyes
And turn away from the trust and love offered?

Innocence is the young dog
Hunting season is over, his work is done
He finds himself chained to the backyard tree
Nowhere to go but an endless circle
He whines and barks his question, ‘what did I do wrong?’
How can anyone look into his eyes
And not see the desperate sadness and loneliness?

Innocence is the adult cat
Suddenly cast into a strange cage at the pound
Huddled in fear and confusion
Bereft of the only home she has ever known
Abandoned by those she loved and trusted
How can anyone look into her eyes
And not feel the hurt and betrayal?

Innocence is the adult dog
Standing quietly in the pound kennel
His face intent on the door in the far end
Listening and waiting in vain for familiar footsteps
That will not come to take him away from death row
How can anyone look into his eyes
And not see hope die as his time grows short?

Innocence is needlessly being destroyed
By irresponsibility, cruelty and apathy
By erosion of sacrosanct reverence for life
They have no voice in which to speak in their defense
All they ever wanted was our love
How can anyone look into their eyes
And not see our own souls reflected there?

©L. Kupfer
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Splash And Bounce


Honey blonde body
Prances in circles around me
Dancing the language
Lets play splash and bounce!

Chocolate eyes
Never leaving mine
Fervent their plea
Lets play splash and bounce!

Front lowers
Chest brushes ground
Muscles coiled and ready
Lets play splash and bounce!

Back legs stand
Quivering in anticipation
Await with patience
Lets play splash and bounce!

Breath quickens
Lips licked with long pink tongue
The suspense mounts
Lets play splash and bounce!

My arm arcs
Letting the wood stick fly
Tumble and turn in the air
Yea! Lets play splash and bounce!

Blurred explosion
Mirror lake surface shattered
Yellow laborador in motion
Splash bounce splash bounce!

Unerringly locate stick
Grab in strong jaws
Tail wagging triumphantly
Splash Bounce splash bounce!

Return to land
Drop stick at my feet
Dripping wet, boisterous barking
Lets play splash and bounce again!

© L. Kupfer
All rights reserved

Posted in loving memory of Reed
There wasn’t a yellow laborador who
loved to play splash and bounce
as much as she did.

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