The Human-Animal Bond Group:
Featuring the real or imaginary bonds that exist between people and animals.
It has been awhile since I've featured anything from this group. Life has been busy between work, nearing the end my degree, searching for a masters program and/or career, and striving to be the best I can be. The cost has been my artistic side - temporarily neglected however necessary. I've actually been cursed with too many interests in life, making it nearly impossible to spread myself thin and achieve everything that I love. While my creativity awaits in the shadows, it knows I will return to it. However sad, it must be put on hold. And though I sometimes think I should not be on deviantART because it really grabs my attention and time, I like to make an appearance now and again because it is an inspiring place to be, filled with talent and great people. I cannot wait until the chaos weakens so that I can come back and experiment with new designs.
Thank you all for your continued support in my absence. Know that I greatly appreciate you even if I do not have the time to thank you all individually.
I hope you enjoy this feature. Some are works I wanted to feature months ago. And I tried to include as many artists as possible. Check the group submissions though because there are so many more great works!!
Tattoos & Body Art
Deer HuntingCoolly, smoothly,
a deer fondly grazes
beneath sun so fulgent of brim
his soft glorious pile so deep and
rich, so sleek and beautiful
his glistening shadow sways through the blades
in awe of his towering spines
that slice through sky so silver;
a hunter cruelly gazes
under canopy's cover so dim
his burlap khaki rags so coarse and
rugged so poor, but suitable
his cold murderous shadow hides behind the shade
the cackle of a rifle cold and confined,
his shot rips through the air so dither.
HummingbirdsOn soundless wings he seems to float,
With less-than-careless mind he'll fly.
The Hummingbird, who's far from pure,
Is gliding low, with twinkling eye.
Much mischief he is here to cause,
He isn't to be seen or heard.
And no one will suspect a thing,
For who'd suspect a hummingbird?
He'll take the mother's ring from her,
And nibble at the cookie tray,
But when the father comes on home,
He'll stop the fun and fly away.
The Dragonflies Are DyingThe dragonflies are dying,
their season almost past.
A Banded Pennant flourishes,
suspended in mid-flight.
A Migrant Hawker wanders lost and content.
Time quickens around each
stealing the wind on which they are upheld,
and turning their garden
from grace to fallow oblivion.
But what does a dragonfly know of time
...or care of Death?
I am the Dancing Jewel! Hagen's Sprite!
The Comet which Darners!
I will dance with my damsel.
She veers, a Jaunty Dropwing left.
I, the Broad Bodied Chaser, follow
slicing the breeze with my buzz-song!
I shout my true name as I soar.
Knowing only sky and cloud,
wind and air.
Forever is the trail upon which I traverse.
Never, the pulse of my beating heart.
My spirit released, named evermore.
Time cannot touch a life held in stillness.
The dragonfly is dying,
but he sees naught of his demise.
He is far too busy skimming and darting,
his wings ablaze with the setting sun.
Emperor and Spreadwing he cannot fail
til he falls from on high.
Drifting on spen
The Dog and Man Lay Down to DreamI lay down this afternoon
and the dog lay down beside,
his thick pelt against my legs and ribs,
that should I wake
I might know the confidence
against my skin.
had courage like
the fire burning gently
in the stove
that heats the house
all winter long;
and all the dark and cold of thought
from within that
russet cloud of love
where we mingled
in our separate dreams
of prehistoric fires
and running in the hunt
looking for the other's eyes
until they met
and dog and man
were both made
the pack of man and dog.
Orange FeatherFrom deep in the night
I hear the ghost owl's eerie song
I don't hear his wings
But his voice comes in nice and strong
I cannot see him
The shadows have covered my eyes
Though my sight is gone
The sound of his voice never dies
He's hailing for me
I follow the sound of his call
And I trust his path
He inspired me to give my all
Off in the distance
A light appears, sparring the night
And as I draw near
I notice he still hides form sight
But he left a gift
An orange feather rests by my feet
A sign he is real
I shall follow him till we meet
TAKE A LOOK AT SOME PREVIOUS HUMAN-ANIMAL BOND FEATURES: