Through Katrina’s Eyes: Poems from an Animal Rescuer’s Soul by Ed Kostro is a haunting, harrowing and incredibly moving book of poems devoted to the varied cats and dogs that Ed helped to rescue from the devastation caused by Hurricane Katrina on August 29th 2005. 

There is a poignancy in the reunions between a ‘left behind’ dog or cat as it meets up with its family in their new surroundings; an expectation that all will be well now that their family is once again complete.

Ed captures the sombre mood of the times but the rescuers were far from forlorn although their work seemed endless and the task ahead seemed unfathomably thankless. Each of Ed’s amazing poems captures the essence of the particular dog or cat that he is writing about that is palpable to the reader. It’s almost as if the reader is being taken on a journey, one that Ed made 5 or 6 times last year in a bid to try and find as many ‘left behind’ souls as possible, and that journey allows a glimpse into the stark reality that Nature can cause so much destruction, havoc and distress.

Happily, three of the ‘left behinds’ have found a loving home with Ed and his long-suffering wife, Rebecca, and their other ‘critters.’ Ed’s book won’t disappoint the reader – but it will make the reader think more about how fragile and transient life is and that there is still a chance to make a difference in the world – by adopting a rescued cat or dog. 

ISBN: 1-59113-867-1

You can buy it from www.amazon.co.uk here on this link:

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Through-Katrinas-Eyes-Animal-Rescuers/dp/1591138671/sr=8-4/qid=1159124675/ref=sr_1_4/026-1365356-2714850?ie=UTF8&s=books

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Ed has his own section on this website which has articles and poems listed. For more details, click here

 

A Morning Kiss

A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.

Janet F Faure

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