My old dog

My old dog can’t hear so good these days. not even when I yell and scream. but, he can when I clap my hands. He can’t see me so good, either. I have to wave my hands to signal him to

No regrets

I question the sincerity of those who say fervently proudly proclaiming as loud as a tooting horn that they ‘regret nothing in life’. for, I have many

feline prowess, poetry, steven humphreys

Feline prowess

As I write my ‘little boy’ love bites hears my voice he’s never trite seeks me out when it’s time for bed scratches his head no other reason than 

They have no Rage

If you want to be ‘loved’ for the person you are, go out today to your local ASPCA & buy a sad eyed cat or dog behind those steel bars. be their hero. be a hero. be your own hero. easy… you were never promised