The Gifts

And there we sit

Knowing that

Without the hands above

Our comfort and survival shifts

From leisure, warmth and regal rest

To wilds, cold with winds and stalking prey.

Gleaming trays descend

Like heartbeats

Drumming in steady line

Meats chopped and ground with devotion

Every morning and every night

Our dancing eyes, cries, announce our trust.

We are the blessed

Coats glowing

Stomachs soon or’ flowing

Tongues lapping, name tags clanking

The giver rests to watch us dine

Undone with gratitude, there she stands.

The Crew


About Respect The Paw

Izzy Tappan-deFrees is a compassionate animal groomer, a musician and songster, a teardrop camper lovin' traveler, a daughter, a wife & mom, a trail hiker, a campfire devotee, a wood carver, a student of spirit around the world, a good listener, a part-time poet and a former data analyst and programmer.
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