Chickens Are People Just Like Dogs

Cute little poem with even cuter illustrations, and a message that children just KNOW, but many adults seem to have forgotten.. Take time to have a leisurely mooch around Violet’s Veg*n e-Comics website and look at the books. Wondrous stuff!

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chickens are people

Chickens are people

Just like dogs.

They enjoy dust baths

And jumping on logs.

  chickens are people

Chickens will play games

Like ‘chase’ and ‘steal your smalls’.

They’ll splash you in the paddling pool,

Though not keen on fetching balls.

chickens are people

Some of them are gentle, 

Some of them are tough.

Some of them are bossy, 

Some timid and soft as fluff.

  chickens are people

They all have personality

And every one is different.

Just like Rover and Fido and Max

They might be quiet or exuberant.

chickens are people

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ENDANGERED 13 – A Mural Project Raising Awareness of Endangered Species

13 artists take on a 120 metre stretch of railway arches in Tower Hamlets, London


Dr Zadok – Bateleur

Dr Zadok – Bateleur

Louis Masai – Bees

Louis Masai – Bees

Louis Masai – Rhino

Louis Masai – Rhino

Carrie Reichardt – Bees

Carrie Reichardt – Bees

Faunagraphic – Grey-breasted Parakeet

Faunagraphic – Grey-breasted Parakeet

Fiya One – Sumatran Orangutan

Fiya One – Sumatran Orangutan

Louis Masai – Coral Reefs

Louis Masai – Coral Reefs

Jim Vision – Polar Bear

Jim Vision – Polar Bear

ATM – Curlew

ATM – Curlew

Louis Masai – Blue Whale

Louis Masai – Blue Whale

Vibes – Tiger

Vibes – Tiger

Xenz – Hummingbird

Xenz – Hummingbird

Andy Council – Asian Elephant

Andy Council – Asian Elephant

Jonesy – Western Lowland Gorilla

Jonesy – Western Lowland Gorilla

Von Leadfoot – Haiku Lettering

Von Leadfoot – Haiku Lettering

Charlotte Webster – Human Nature Founder

Charlotte Webster – Human Nature Founder

Olivia Skalkos – Project co-ordinator

Olivia Skalkos – Project co-ordinator

Where’s Kong – Film

Where’s Kong – Film

Tanya Loretta Dee – Haiku Poet

Tanya Loretta Dee – Haiku Poet

Ian Cox – Camera

Ian Cox – Camera

According to the International Union of Conservation of Nature (IUCN) there are currently 23,250 species listed as threatened. This means: critically endangered, endangered or vulnerable. Adding extinct and extinct in the wild species the figure is 24,153.

It’s widely predicted that as many as two-thirds of all species could be near extinction by the end of this century. But, some are now rising in population due to increasing concern about the extinction crisis. Co-ordinated conservation efforts include the protection of natural habitats and prevention of destructive practices such as illegal hunting.



The project is being made possible with the support of
Montana Cans, The Friends of Tower Hamlets Cemetery Park, Kabloom, Handover and Earthborn.

The permanent home of ENDANGERED13 will be on Ackroyd Drive at Tower Hamlets Cemetery Park, over 30 acres of woodland in the heart of East London. Opened in 1841, The City of London and Tower Hamlets Cemetery is now a designated park, Local Nature Reserve and Site of Metropolitan Importance for Nature Conservation. It is run by our project partners, The Friends of Tower Hamlets Cemetery Park. Get your hands dirty and join their local conservation work.

ENDANGERED 13 will be completed on Sunday 10th April and available to view ongoing at
Ackroyd Drive, Tower Hamlets, London


Produced by Louis Masai and Human Nature






The Pig – Wicked Anarchic Humour from Roald Dahl

In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn’t read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn’t puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?
His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found.
Till suddenly one wondrous night.
All in a flash he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, ‘By gum, I’ve got the answer! ‘
‘They want my bacon slice by slice
‘To sell at a tremendous price!
‘They want my tender juicy chops
‘To put in all the butcher’s shops!
‘They want my pork to make a roast
‘And that’s the part’ll cost the most!
‘They want my sausages in strings!
‘They even want my chitterlings!
‘The butcher’s shop! The carving knife!
‘That is the reason for my life! ‘
Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great piece of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor…
Now comes the rather grisly bit
So let’s not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile he said,
‘I had a fairly powerful hunch
‘That he might have me for his lunch.
‘And so, because I feared the worst,
‘I thought I’d better eat him first.’ pig-311934__180



I loved this image of a cow enjoying the view from the balcony of ‘her’ house. It seemed to go well with this little poem which turns the tables on us humans. With a little humour making a serious point.


Black white cow balcony house admiring view

Imagine if animals turned the tables
They pay council tax and we lived in stables
We bore cubs while they yielded clubs

And we’d flee at the sight of a crows advance
Encroaching on our habitat and chopping down our banks
Selectively breed us to determine the best
The rest of us consigned to a series of tests

And when they got bored they could hunt us for sport
Photograph dead child, smiling with their cohorts
Observe us in our natural environment
Suited and booted at the water cooler for their entertainment
And the moment we got a little too dull
We could be in line for a humane cull

Ibby 2015

Ibrahim Ali Ismail

A Farmer’s Son’s Shock Poem with a Punch

This short video needs no introduction from me – our framer’s boy is eloquence itself.


How to Say Everything in 11 Lines

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake

rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief. I come into the presence of still water

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

by Wendell Berry

This beautiful little poem reminds me of what we are now in grave danger of losing, and losing with it our connectedness, our oneness with the living Earth.  And why we must shout as loud as we can for our wild places and wild creatures – not just for their own sakes, but for ours as well. For without them the flame of the human spirit will go out.

Endangered Earth

Christmas Haiku – The Blood of the Innocents

Blood of the Innocents Herod shed

To rid him of Messiah

He failed   Messiah lived   And now

Man spills the innocents’ blood

While He still sees and weeps






The Mouse’s Petition

Keri Cronin


In 1773 Anna Laetitia Barbauld published a poem called “The Mouse’s Petition.” The poem was written from the point of view of a mouse who had been captured in the home of her friend, the renowned natural philosopher Joseph Priestley. The mouse was placed in a cage in Priestley’s laboratory as he intended to use the animal in one of his experiments the next day. Barbauld’s poem was a plea for mercy, and she slipped in to Priestley’s lab to affix it to the cage so that he would see it prior to beginning his experiment on the mouse.

The poem begins with the following lines:

O hear a pensive prisoner’s prayer,
    For liberty that sighs;
And never let thine heart be shut
    Against the wretch’s cries!

For here forlorn and sad I sit,
    Within the wiry grate;
And tremble at the’ approaching morn,
    Which brings impending…

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I’m quick to laugh at everything for fear of having to cry – Figaro in The Barber of Seville

I’ve never found Figaro’s little trick works for me when it comes to what animals suffer at the hands of humans

How did you do it?

I never learned the knack

Of having a good chuckle

While feeling my heart crack

At the stallion in the knacker’s yard

No longer fit to race

I can’t command a laugh

With tears streaming down my face

The monkey in the lab

With needles in his eyes

The sow in the slaughterhouse

Bleeding till she dies

When the vixen is hunted

Hounds tearing her apart

How can I raise a smile

As they rip to bits my heart

The calf at the udder

Torn from his mum

Cow keening her anguish

Where is my loved one?

The bullock in the stockyard

Waiting for the knife

The day-old male chick minced

When he’s barely started life

A million million cattle

Guts spilling on the floor

A universe of miseries

Still in the devil’s store

While wide world through compassion

Is by cruelty outrun

Figaro my friend

Can you tell me how it’s done?

Photo courtesy of #CrueltyFreeInternational

A Famous Poet Has a Change of Heart

Last week I was lucky enough to have a few days’ stay with my daughter in Newcastle. We visited the Picture a Poet exhibition on tour at the Sunderland Museum from the National Portrait Gallery. The exhibition featured photo portraits of famous British poets. In addition, students from Sunderland University had done a photoshoot of poets from the North East. My daughter was one of the poets!

She had recently been given by another writer friend an anthology of poems entitled Being Human and she showed me this little poem in it, which I found very moving. I hope you will too.

The Mower by Philip Larkin

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,
Killed. It had been in the long grass.

I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world
Unmendably. Burial was no help:

Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful

Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time.

The poet’s secretary and one-time lover, Betty Mackereth recalled his grief over the incident.

She said, “I remember too well Philip telling me of the death of the hedgehog: it was in his office the following morning with tears streaming down his face.”

 But Mr Larkin had not always set such a high value on another’s life or grieved its passing. Author Maeve Brennan recalled a shocking occasion when the poet had driven his car straight at a hedgehog and deliberately killed it.