Ed Kostro is a wonderful man who sees the value of life in every living creature, be it the humble ant or the mightier and majestic moose!
Ever since he was a tiny child of about 3 years old, all creatures held a fascination for him. His wonderful book, ‘Curious Creatures - Wondrous Waifs, My Life with Animals’ tells the story of his life and meeting some wonderful two-legged, four-legged, and in some cases, no-legged – creatures – all of which had an impact on his life.
In this section you can read all Ed’s poems, stories and articles.
Ed Kostro is a freelance writer. His work has appeared in Catholic Digest, ByLine Magazine, The Almanac for Farmers & City Folk, Pets: part of the family, PetLife, Cats, and Baku's 'Zine.
Ed's non-fiction animal memoir, 'Curious Creatures - Wondrous Waifs, My Life with Animals', depicting his 50-year love affair with all animals, has recently been published by PublishAmerica.com. Oliver's Journey is also an excerpt from this book.
Ed currently resides in Illinois with his wife Rebecca, and several rescued dogs and cats, including three 'left behind' hurricane pets he recently brought home from the Gulf Coast.
Ed's book 'Through Katrina's Eyes: Poems from an Animal Rescuer's Soul' was chosen as the selected 'Book of the Month' (for August) of the North Shore Animal League, one of the largest 'no-kill' shelters in the world.
For every book purchased from Amazon through their website, a portion of the proceeds will be donated back to the League.
Be sure to check out Ed's websites.
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“There are all sorts of things about your cat you will never, as long as you live, forget. Not the least of these is the first sight of him or her.” Cleveland Amory
I often wonder if it’s fate, or just sheer luck
Whenever I encounter all the creatures that I do
I happened upon this tiny furry face in an old wall
Looking so very hungry, so very lonely, and so blue
She was living under a factory loading dock
Right next to an old tangled stretch of wood
And when I heard the coyotes howling nearby
I knew that this little one’s future was not good
So I started visiting her every chance that I had
And I always brought her a little something to eat
She was only about six months old, and so very alone
Her being able to survive out on her own was quite a feat
She eventually began recognizing me from quite a distance
And that cute little face of hers, would now quickly peek out
I was determined to get her out of her lonely hole in the wall
I knew she longed to live a much better life, without a doubt
It took quite some time, before I earned her complete trust
But when I did, I immediately whisked her away to the vet
Vaccinations, parasite removal, and spaying, for this little one
In all honesty, I’ve never met a homeless waif I haven’t liked yet
And when I very recently brought this furry little orphaned feline home
My wife immediately noticed a huge wondrous heart shape on her side
So now, we both smiled, laughed like children, and proclaimed in unison
“I really think we should name this precious little furball, Little Valentine!”
And so now we have,
And she truly is precious,
And well worth saving,
From an extremely lonely,
And probably very short-lived,
Orphaned life, out on her own.
And, of course, as they usually do,
Almost immediately upon her arrival,
Most of our other once homeless critters,
Very compassionately, welcomed her home.
Now, she’s our very sweet and very safe, new little Valentine,
And to our humble home, she’s brought another ray of sunshine.
©2008, Mr. Ed
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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