Pets and Poetry
When I sat down to write an Earth Day post I got really sad. I started to think about the state of the Earth; the polar bears, the bees, the lack of trees, all the creatures and habitats being destroyed. What could I write about? I could do a simple list of what Dirty Feet does to incorporate the three Rs-Reduce-Reuse-Recycle? That seemed overdone. What about how are we try to be a green company? That just seemed preachy. I could write about the chemicals that are hurting our pets. That was just depressing.
Then I read a post from one of my favorite stores, Growing Trade in Northside. They posted a poem by Mary Oliver. I hit myself in the forehead, duh! It is national poetry month and Earth Day! We should be celebrating our love of the Earth. What better way to do this than pets and poetry.There are 364 days to worry about the state of our planet. Today is to celebrate it's wonder.
How much joy does it bring your dog to roll in the grass, or your cat to watch the birds in the tree? So take a minute to do the same. Yes, roll in the grass with your dog. Grab a cup of coffee and sit quietly with the cat. Some of my favorite moments with pets is sitting in the sun reading a good book (this is great for elderly animal companions). Dirty Feet strives for a zero carbon paw print, of course. What we truly do is celebrate the joy of pets and their love of nature.
So tell me what is your favorite way to enjoy your pets and their love of the great outdoors?
The cat’s song
By Marge Piercy
Mine, says the cat, putting out his paw of darkness. My lover, my friend, my slave, my toy, says the cat making on your chest his gesture of drawing milk from his mother’s forgotten breasts. Let us walk in the woods, says the cat. I’ll teach you to read the tabloid of scents, to fade into shadow, wait like a trap, to hunt. Now I lay this plump warm mouse on your mat. You feed me, I try to feed you, we are friends, says the cat, although I am more equal than you. Can you leap twenty times the height of your body? Can you run up and down trees? Jump between roofs? Let us rub our bodies together and talk of touch. My emotions are pure as salt crystals and as hard. My lusts glow like my eyes. I sing to you in the mornings walking round and round your bed and into your face. Come I will teach you to dance as naturally as falling asleep and waking and stretching long, long. I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers. Envy lashes my tail. Love speaks me entire, a word of fur. I will teach you to be still as an egg and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass.
Marge Piercy, “The cat’s song” from Mars & Her Children (New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1992). First appeared in Matrix 28 (Spring 1989). Copyright © 1989, 1992 by Marge Piercy and Middlemarsh, Inc. Used by permission of the Wallace Literary Agency, Inc. Source: Mars & Her Children (Alfred A. Knopf, 1992)