A love car
Oh, what does the winter snow section bring?
Two adjusted puppies in a red and green box
In an old cars of children of rusty children
They are gifts to greet this Christmas again
Young puppies look for snow
To the house where the windows shine
Over there, a girl and a boy
Wait for a promised gift for loving joy
His treasure is adorned with a great red arch
The same used a Christmas, a long time ago
When parents love their children they gave
Two rescued puppies, whose lives had saved
Gifts like these, life and love gifts
They are like those who gave us, from the previous creator
In that first Christmas he was born at night
A given gift: a child who would show us the light
What treasure will you wait for Christmas day?
What gift from God for you, in the snow lay?
~* Kathy Pippig
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COYOTE
There is a creature living
In the hills and the field.
Of strangers is cautious
The unknown can hide.
Although his kingdom becomes smaller and smaller,
He still patrols it with pride,
‘Neath the bright moon, padding gently
With his shadow by his side.
When the sun is immersed in twilight
The wolf of the meadow gives voice,
Through darkness to the night sky,
where silver stars shine.
~* Kathy Pippig
Even and silent I went to bed
While my body, still and silent, lay,
I see you crying and listening to pray.
But I’m not there
While my neck and face tenderly cradles.
Your tears still falling
Even after leaving your hug.
Know that I am now in another splendid place.
I am no longer tired or masturbated with pain.
I am in a meadow on a plain calmed by the sun.
There are hills, flowers, rivers and joys covered with grass.
Bright nights illuminated by the stars and beautiful bright days of the sun.
I am on the bridge to run and play.
And until you one, it is here that I will stay.
I loved you then, I love you now.
Although I live here, I will visit you from time to time.
You will feel close and you will ask yourself how
I am doing it since I came to the bridge.
Well, I’m doing it as good as it can be,
And my love for you shines for eternity.
I will see you when it is the right time.
Then, please kisses my face and shelter me loudly.
And join me on our heavenly flight.
We will be together,
Our love the link that frees us.
His beloved Furbin (member of the furry family).
~* Kathy Pippig
The fog in the hole
On a fresh autumn morning
When the fog fills the Glen
and the sun paints the red amber sky,
Fey’s dance in the forest.
In a gllen ‘in the middle of the dew -covered grass
It is found to a man who uses pictures
And his pipes are the song of the wind,
Listened to the ray of a dream.
The cold of wrinkles is the Brume
since it flows with the sad notes’ chorus
of the melody of the pipe.
The wrinkled cold is the breeze
that weaves through trees
and on the fog in the hole.