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Animals In My Life
Animals In My Life
Animals In My Life
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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.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherM-Y Books
Release dateApr 4, 2007
ISBN9781907759420
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Pamela Douglas

As well as her love of the theatre, Pamela Douglas has always enjoyed writing and drawing. Married to the late theatrical director Wallace Douglas, after her acting career she combined a busy family life with compiling several collections of poetry, a set of children's stories, writing freelance articles for magazines and studying interior design. Since returning to her beloved West Sussex, she has run her own interior furnishing business, had several of her paintings exhibited in London galleries and continues to write in the company of her present most beautiful cat called Treacle.

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    Animals In My Life - Pamela Douglas

    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 chickens

    Where I was born,

    The old cock-a-doodle

    Would crow each morn.

    They did not have many,

    I think about ten,

    The oldest was

    HARRIET HARCOURT HEN.

    I’d put my arms firmly

    Around her neck

    And stroke her soft feathers,

    As she would peck

    At the corn we had thrown on

    The winter ground,

    Her chattering chicklets

    All scrabbling round.

    She was gentle and soft

    And I’ll never forget

    The feel of my very

    First 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 running

    And 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 puppy

    Got ill, sad and low,

    When we went for walks

    He’d not want to go.

    His eyes became streaming,

    His nose cracked and dried,

    His lithe little body

    Just lay down and died.

    ON GUARD

    There he lay,

    One very hot day,

    Stretched out

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