The shelter is for all animals including insects. While quite focused on my task, hosing and scrubbing a kennel at the far corner of the shelter, I heard a scream from one of our volunteers. Upon investigating the source of this alarm, I found out that a large spider was hanging out in one of our dirty sinks. I reckon that pitbulls are not as scary as spiders, for some people. Well, something had to be done about the gentleman with many legs. He seemed so out of place. Before killing him became an option, I took the latex glove on which he was clinging to and gingerly took it outside to a place, I thought, suitable for web spinning. And there he remained until I left four hours later. I guess one can call this a rescue. Even spiders in dirty sinks should be given the benefit of animal rescue.
Thumbing through some Robert Frost poems, I was led to this one by Maya Angelou . I don't know if Frost ever had an influence on Angelou, but certainly any American poet living today would be familiar with Frost's work. Frost and Whitman are my favorite poets, and the romantic poets ( Keats, Byron, and Shelley ) I can't bear. I find their work dense, abstruse and impenetrable. It's just a matter of taste and connectivity. I am no expert on verse, but I will accept the opinion of those who are. They warn us that Frost's poetry is deceivingly simple. If we were to try our hand at it, to put complicated emotions into simple verse, we would be tied up in knots. Anyway, Angelou's poem below, Caged Bird, touches on the plaintive cries, the longing for better things, that captive individuals must go through. You can apply the core meaning or sentiment of this poem to any situation involving imprisonment or captivity, human or animal. Think of the dog in a dank, dark