Little Mouse and silence

Aha, but this silence was good , thought little mouse as she quietly breathed as she wrote in the house.

All alone for a while contented she sat, with a smile. No one to creep around, no to throw out a shout!   It was early evening and everyone was out.

Everyone that was except little mouse who was being herself and writing alone in the house.    No eggshells to walk on, no  broken glass. No one was arguing  what more could she ask.

Aha, but this silence was good, thought little mouse as she quietly breathed as she wrote in the house.

How much longer would the silence last, it would not last forever it is like war and peace she knows from time past.

So lets creep away and leave little mouse  to enjoy a few moments of peace alone in the house.

Silence is the loudest scream. Anonymous

Sunshine Award

A big thank you to  writingthebody  for nominating me for the sunshine award ! I do already have it  but I am happy to nominate  some new People !

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Here are the 10 questions and my answers to them….

What inspired you to start blogging?
After a life changing accident I found it hard to cope with the pain so I was sent to pain clinic ! The therapist suggest , that as I visualised  so well I should write poetry. So hence my blog  was born.

How did you come up with the name to your blog?

Itwas a throw back from a nickname.

What is your favorite blog that you like to read?
I cannot say  because I love you all and you are so different. .

Tell about your dream job.
It would be working up close and personal with the public , thinking on my feet and solving problems…… just a pipe dream now.

Is your glass half full or half empty?
night now it is empty  but I swing betwixt and between

If you could go anywhere for a week’s vacation, where would you go?
Maldives

What food can you absolutely not eat?
Jellied eels

Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?
Milk and UK sorry rest of the world no offence

How much time do you spend blogging?
Too much! my husband is always moaning at me for being on the laptop!

Do you watch TV – if so, what are some of your favorite shows?

I love soaps and drama , mind you love  anything! if it is interesting.

Nominations.

maryam  I love her blog

Len because her posts touch me

Wendell  because he is an angel on earth!

tazeinmirzasaad   I am new to her blog and it is lovely

Pen  thank goodness she is back!

wordsfallfrommyeyes  because she is amazing

gigoid  the best ranter in the world

idealisticrebel   fabulous blog fabulous lady

bearspawprint  someone  else that is new to me

Reikiheidi      ditto to above

and everyone else on  wordpress!

In support of Animals.

Jen from Rumpy Dog  says

“We are a movement in crisis. We are being attacked by shadow organizations fronted by puppy mills and animal agriculture. Our voices compete with businesses who want us to spend our money, which they will donate a percentage of to charity, but don’t ask us to think about the problems they claim to want to fix. We live in a world that continues to allow mass breeding of companion animals with impunity and mass exploitation of wild animals. All the while, we sit on our hands and argue about the best way to train our dogs and the best food to feed them.  

So why do I keep writing this silly little blog in the voice of a goofy dog and angry cat, trying to evoke in my readership an epiphany? Maybe because somebody needs to.  And with enough of us somebodies calling for positive action, change WILL come.

Will you join me and be a positive voice for change?”

SO I AM REPOSTING THIS POEM OF MINE FROM JAN 2012.       I love people but I love animals too. willow.

RUNNING FOR MY LIFE.

I am lonely I am lost I have run away but at what cost.Thankfully the door was left ajar so I ran and ran, oh! so far. He had forgotten to secure my rope so now I run, escape is my only hope.

Running for my life

I ran down to the beach I needed to hide and get out of reach. I don’t want another day hungry and cold praying he will stay away.The sound of his voice makes me shake and shiver, the feeling of his angry blows make me quiver.

I can see lights up ahead, lets get off the road if it is him he will beat me until I’m dead. OH! I feel so cold and weak  I can’t go on I just want to sleep.All my body racked with pain I fear and dread being caught and taken back again.

I hated that filthy dirty shed were soiled wet rags were my only bed. Sadly I was always hungry I only ever got scraps that stank and water that leaked from the outside rusty tank.

I just long for any love, not cruel hard fists reining on me from up above. A nice dry place for me to sleep and some food that I can eat. I swear I would honour and love someone to earn my keep.

I need a rest

It is no good I have done my best this corner looks safe I need to take a rest. I Just hope he is not around I am so scared of being found.  Sleeping the sleep of the scared I remember all the kickings and beatings, all my howls,yet, no one ever heard.

What’s that noise, is it a car door Oh! No ,Oh! No not him I can’t take any more. I hungry and cold and my paws are so sore. I can’t bare to look I shall just stay still.If  it is him I give up I have no more will.

Hello boy (a gentle voice) let me see , Oh! you are hurt let me help, you need not fear me. Kindly hands stroke my painful back a gentle stroke not hit or smack.

Look at you, you have been through the mill you are a strong one aren’t you, all those injuries and you are going still. Let me take you along with me and we will soon have you looking better and happy.

Gently hands pick me up and lay me cosy in the back of a truck. Covering me with a blanket giving me a gentle kiss is this all happening is it real it feels like bliss.

Can we keep him Daddy please he is so lovely, a little child is hugging me knelt next to me on it’s knees. Careful Jake we don’t know what he is like, careful in case he bites. I shall never bite the hand that loves me these new humans I could never hurt.

Bending down the new man says your okay boy you can stay.

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