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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