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I believe that I may have previously mentioned that Tara and I foster small animals – mostly rabbits, occasionally guinea pigs – in association with Porsche’s Small Animal Rescue.  We’ve been doing this for about 8 months now I guess. We’re also the lucky slaves to a Russian Blue cat called Ivana, a regal and dignified lady of great beauty and even greater rotundity. Previously we shared our house with a Siamese cross called Saba, who sadly left us a couple of years ago after reaching a fine old age. But the very first four legged friend we had the sad duty of saying goodbye to was the first rabbit we’d ever given a home to – a cute little brown lop we called Frodo.
We took Frodo in just before Christmas 2004, and I was horrified a few short weeks later when Tara rang me at work, in tears, because she’d just arrived home to find Frodo stiff and unmoving in his hutch. We think he probably died of fright after being stalked by the neighbour’s unkempt, unrestrained & uncared-for cat, and we lovingly laid Frodo to rest under a shade tree.
People who don’t take the time or make the effort to treat animals well really make me mad. Cat lover or dog person or rodentophile or snake fancier or bird whisperer or whatever you may be, make sure you act responsibly with any companion animals you may have. If they’re a naturally predatory species, like cats or dogs, have them desexed and keep them from wandering. If they’re a social beast, make sure you make time to spend with them and try to open your home to more companions as well, for their mental well-being & general happiness. Feed them good quality, natural food – not excessively processed commercal crap. Exercise them. Clean up after them, keep them parasite free and treat them kindly. I don’t like to use the word ‘pet’ because that indicates a superior-inferior relationship. To me, a household animal is a companion, even a family member, and just like having a child or a younger sibling, its not about ownership but about being a provider & protector for someone who will return care and affection with trust and love.

Little Furry Guy

Our little friend in his brown suit
Soft and furry, warm and cute
Easy to love, but hard to seize
At rest eternal near the trees.

One ear up, and one ear down
Thump-thump-thump upon the ground
Apple eating, rattle toss
Keenly yet we feel your loss.

You were not with us very long
But the bond that grew was strong
Licks replaced by memories sweet
Of twitching nose and fluffy feet.

Frodo, in your snuggly sweater
No rabbit ever treated better
Broken hearts and teary eyes
Have fun in Bunny Paradise.

Rest In Peace

© Darryn Roberts 2005


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Wow,  its been more than 2 weeks since I last posted here. In my defence, work got a bit hectic and I was a bit unwell for a while as well. But mostly, as I think I may have mentioned when I first started blogging, I tend to get lazy. I am probably the least motivated person I know. The only reason I get out of bed in the morning is so I can get tired enough for my afternoon nap – I don’t want to doze off too close to bed time at night or I feel ripped off.
But anyway, I’m back, and apparently sometime in the last two weeks this blog registered its thousandth view, for which I thank you. I might have a look at the stats and bore you all to death tomorrow with some fascinating breakdowns on what posts have been most popular and so forth. Whatever … it beats doing anything strenuous.


Take heart!
When things are towering
Stand up, walk tall –
No point in cowering.
As bad as things seem,
However black your tone,
Reach out for a hand –
You are not alone.
When you cannot bear
One more thing to go wrong,
Turn to one who loves you,
Let them help you be strong.
Listen to their caring words
As they hold you tight.
Believe in what they say
When they say you’ll be alright.
Put your hand in their hand
And do not fear the dark
For with their love to carry you
The world is not so stark.
Take my advice, I’ve been there –
Didn’t think I’d make it through –
But my angel helped me all the way;
That’s what angels do.
So trust the one who loves you
And let them share the weight
‘Cause when there’s only half as much
The whole damn world looks great.

© Darryn Roberts 2002



A few days back I mentioned that I’d misplaced a poem, and a couple of days after that I praised my lovely wife Tara. So, naturally, with a large dollop of appropriate serendipity, Tara then found my missing poem, which I present for you below. Enjoy!

Ode to the Ibis

O! Long legged bird with the probing bill;
Sacred symbol of Thoth;
Black & white eater of rubbish renowned;
To praise you I am quite loth.

O! Grubby invader of parkland;
Freeloading bandit of zoo;
Louse ridden and tapeworm infested;
Naught good can be said about you.

O! Pestilent threskiornithus;
Even your name causes grief;
Dirtiest bird in creation;
Scavenger, vermin & thief.

© Darryn Roberts 2007



Have I mentioned that I’ve been sick lately? No, not ‘feeling up your cousin’ sick, ‘proper sick’ sick. I had the flu. In fact, I had the worst dose of the worst variety of flu ever known on planet Earth. I swear, nobody has ever been as unwell as I was for three days last week, and its a testament to my own fortitude that I managed to make it seem like it was only normal flu and I was just complaining a lot. However, no matter how awesomely self-correcting my immune system is, I would not have gotten better so quickly if not for the gracious and gentle ministrations of my lovely wife Tara. Not only does she have her own blog where you can find delicious and innovative recipes; not only does she run her own remedial massage business; she also makes a kickarse ginger-and-turmeric tea.
Seriously, I’m not much of anything, but I’d be far less without her.

My Angel

I have a guardian angel
Who watches over me.
Her skin is pure like alabaster.
Her eyes shine like eternity.

She is formed unto perfection,
Both on the inside and the out.
Her spirit is as lovely
As the sweet curves of her mouth.

When I’m lost or damaged,
When I’m sure that I’m in Hell,
My angel’s magic touches me
And tells me “All is well”.

She lights my way throughout each day;
She warms the coldest nights;
She makes my body feel alive;
She makes my soul take flight.

Her generosity is boundless,
And her capacity to care.
Even though I cannot always see her,
I always know she’s there.

Without my guardian angel
I’d be a crumpled, shambling mess,
But with her watching over me
I know, instead, I’m blessed.

© Darryn Roberts 2002


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Its Mother’s Day! Make sure you tell your mother, and everyone else’s mother that you might run into, how special they are. Hell of a job, being a mother – probably harder than anything I’ll ever have to do. I was lucky enough to be able to take my Mum (and my Dad) out for a lovely lunch today, but unfortunately had to miss out on dinner with my mother-in-law last night due to illness. I love them both dearly though, and I hope they know it.

Heart of Life

Under Your heart
from before I was ‘I’
Next to Your heart
everytime I let cry
Warming Your heart
as I learned and I grew
Breaking Your heart
with the things I would do
Knowing Your heart
would always be there
Using Your heart
to carry my cares
Wishing Your heart
had never known sadness
Sorry Your heart
got hurt in my madness
Holding Your heart
ever precious and near
You gave me MY heart,
my own Mother dear.

© Darryn Roberts 2003



I seem to have misplaced a poem, called ODE TO THE IBIS. I was prompted to post it after visiting the zoo earlier this week; the place is full of Australian White Ibis running free and scavenging whatever they can. But I’m buggered if I can find it at the moment, so here’s another animal related piece. Enjoy!

Two Furry Spiders

Two furry spiders
Sitting in the eave,
Each one spinning
Their web to weave.
The first spider wove
A web quite grand,
Proud of the strength
In every strand.
The second spider, too,
Spun a glorious cob;
Not a single flaw
In all the job.
Stronger than cable,
Lighter than air,
Two fine lattices
Dancing in the air.
A fly buzzed in
And managed to get
Stuck at the point where
The two webs met.
Two spiders skitter
To the very same place
And stand there
Staring face to face,
Neither one willing
To back away
And let their rival
Claim the prey –
Yet neither one willing
To take first bite
And risk provoking
The other to fight.
The fly looked at both
With his segmented eyes
And wondered if the
Spiders would compromise.
Said he “If I’m not soon
Bitten and bound,
I’ll die and I’ll rot
And I’ll fall to the ground.”
But the spiders just stared
At what they both had.
It seemed they would both
Just let it go bad
Rather than offer
Their neighbour a share;
As far as I know,
They are still standing there

© Darryn Roberts 2003

Poem: VOWS

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Well, I haven’t actually done any blogging for a few days, what with one thing and another.  Apart from having visitors, and going to the zoo, and the comings and goings of various rescued rabbits which we foster for a local shelter, I’ve been a little bit sick.  Still not 100 % but ehh, there’s no point wallowing in misery. Wallow in poetry instead, I say.


Because you’re my lady, and I am your man,
I’ll give you more love than anyone can,
And when we are finally together you’ll see,
The best thing that ever you did was love me.

Whenever you’re scared, I will be there –
Holding and hugging you, stroking your hair,
Driving away the monsters that loom,
Showing you light amidst all the gloom,
Whispering comforts and calming your fears,
Lovingly kissing away your tears.

When you are playful, then with you I’ll be,
Laughing and teasing with you on my knee,
A food fight, or dancing or foolishly giggling –
Being tender and gentle, or wrestling and tickling.

When you are sad, still I’ll be there,
A rock solid wall between you and despair,
Laying your weary head on my chest,
And saying “I love you, forget all the rest”
Carrying on when you feel you cannot,
Lending you all of the strength that I’ve got

When you want company, just want to talk,
I’ll be there for that, and for taking a walk,
Or sitting around just enjoying the day –
I’ll be your best friend in every way.

When you need passion, you’ll know where to turn –
I’ll give you passion so hot that it burns,
I’ll take you to heights that you don’t know exist,
I’ll love you with touch and I’ll love you with kiss.
Nothing forbidden, no secrets, no shame –
Your body will melt while your spirits aflame.

The times when you’re angry, I’ll still be around,
Letting you scream and then settling you down.
Being your valve, allowing relief,
(never believe you’d be causing me grief).
Just knowing you need to let off some tension,
And when it is over, never a mention.

In all that I do with you at my side,
I will show you the love that cannot be denied.
Never make threats, never demand,
I’ll not raise my voice and never my hand.
Just show you how sweet and how special you are –
I’ll make you believe you’re the brightest of stars.

I will drink up your kisses and breathe in your scent –
We will never regret and never repent.
Everyday will begin with a kiss,
And, oh my lady, I promise you this –
That doing these things will be my greatest pleasure,
For you are my lady, my love whom I treasure.

© Darryn Roberts 2001

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