Literary Vegan

They crouch either side of the jungle - A thick mud-brown rug in the hall And I pull a pink satin ribbon Soon to be pinned by their claws They pounce - A leopard and lion The pretty pink string sees their teeth Then we all sit in great satisfaction Of finding the snake Underneath. C. LJ 2019

It's raining outside But I have tea, Two candles and A cat with me A blanket and  A reading book In between chapters  My cat looks Sleepily at me And we both smile Because this is our  Favourite time. C. LJ 2019

Two cats on a bed Content An empty tea cup Sighing  I try to slow time Being present But the cats are present Without trying. C. LJ 2019

Dogs are given outfits, blankets A bed next to the fire. Cats have diamond collars, velvet cushions, are admired. Yet cows are lined up terrified, Stunned and hung upside down And pigs are crammed into crates Scared by the gas and screaming sounds Each cow has the heart of a dog And a pig can make its own bed But for some reason the love for cats and dogs Does not extend to them. C. LJ 2019

The world is concrete and metal I need the smell of green leaves  Or the touch of fur of a kindred spirit To remind me of early earth When God walked with man, Man with animal, And among all - Streams laced with sun. I hold on to glimpses of forest To mist above water When walls and roads Block the sky And confuse where I came from. C. LJ 2019

It's exhausting Reading script after script after script And then casting Myself as the villain each time But each time forgetting  It's not even real as I'm tricked by My own brain With Obsessive Compulsive Disorder  Directing again. C. LJ 2019

Petals make the mane Of the rose that sways softly Above steady claws  C. LJ 2019