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He’d make a good Poet - Oct. 1, 2024

  • Gary Hunter
  • Oct 1, 2024
  • 2 min read

sure  lots of dramatic doggy

poems of chase and getaway

running from dark fears

standing up to bulldogs

verses about good smells

and good friends

 

and those of love for the master

and the master’s food

and the master’s hand

running down back and belly

and the rare slap on the rear

with an angry NO!

 

but I think Oliver’s niche

in the dog writing world

would be works of human acts

facial shifts  strange voices  our hurried

unpredictable movements  the many

ways we close the front door

 

I catch him half-asleep

watching me sit in front of

the TV before he slips outside

and stares off into the night

 

strangely similar to how I write

the slow scan of everything in sight

with a special interest in what

stirs the shadowsHe’d be a good poet

 

sure  lots of dramatic doggy

poems of chase and getaway

running from dark fears

standing up to bulldogs

verses about good smells

and good friends

 

and those of love for the master

and the master’s food

and the master’s hand

running down back and belly

and the rare slap on the rear

with an angry NO!

 

but I think Oliver’s niche

in the dog writing world

would be works of human acts

facial shifts  strange voices  our hurried

unpredictable movements  the many

ways we close the front door

 

I catch him half-asleep

watching me sit in front of

the TV before he slips outside

and stares off into the night

 

strangely similar to how I write

the slow scan of everything in sight

with a special interest in what

stirs the shadows

 
 
 

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