It’s hard to hear your history And keep a dry eye But now that we know you Inside, mischief resides ~ Gone are the days Of prowling the Texas streets Now you have food, toys And are hand fed your treats ~ You’re a sweet companion Always wanting to please With a gentle personality That puts… Read More Callie


“Herman, cut your hair!” Echoed through the grove If he’d heard it once or 1,000 times Herman surely did not know ~ He rather liked the way his hair fell Conveniently obscuring his face From his overbearing mother Whose branches crowded his space ~ Yet each time the wind blew Herman let down his hair… Read More Herman