What a difference love makes....

Abandoned and frail, the tiny boy kitten cowered in the shadows, unseen and unloved. But gentle hands found him, lifting him into a world of warmth and care. With each meal and every soft word, he grew—his coat glossy, his spirit bright, and his heart finally home.

Two figures framed in red,
silhouettes against electric heat.
Lights pulse like distant stars,
but closer, sharper,
casting shadows that breathe.

Their forms are outlines,
their thoughts unknown.
In the glow,
they are shapes of curiosity,
bound by a moment,
held by the fire.

My good girl shows off a billion years of DNA

Even the gentlest cat
carries the wild within—
a flash of fang,
a flick of claw,
a growl that hums
like a distant storm.

Her purr may soothe,
her paws may tread soft,
but in her eyes,
the forests linger,
a whisper of the hunt,
untamed, eternal.

Time once lingered,
soft and unbroken.
Mornings stretched wide,
afternoons swayed slow,
summers felt endless,
and winters wrapped quiet.
Now, time races,
a blur we can’t hold.
But once,
it paused—
long enough to breathe,
to sit,
to simply be.

The sunset spills its golden hue,
A masterpiece in crimson, blue.
The day exhales its final sigh,
As stars prepare to light the sky.
Still waters catch the fiery gleam,
A fleeting, perfect, painted dream.
In quiet awe, the world stands by,
To bid the sun a soft goodbye.

Beneath the sky, ablaze with hue,
Gathered hearts, both old and new.
Laughter whispers, shadows play,
Sunset's magic ends the day.

Who could close those eyes,
Innocence beneath the skies—

Flames dance, ice shivers,
opposites in fierce embrace—
balance shapes the world.

Crimson sky unfolds,
branches reach with quiet grace—
evening paints the earth.

Tossed away, alone,
love found him—he grew, thrived strong,
big boy, safe at last.

Silent, still, she stares,
blue eyes drift through distant dreams—
worlds within its gaze.

Kindness to animals:

Gentle hands extend,
soft whispers calm trembling hearts—
kindness heals all wounds.

On finding out how farm animals were killed:

Storybooks deceived,
Smiling beasts hid darker truths—
A chicken’s neck snapped.