Sleeping dog in peacefully sleep
No cage bounds her anymore
Her tummy is well fed
No other dogs to fight or share food
No hearing barking all day long
She is adjusting well in new environment
No more a puppy mill momma
Now she has new life in loving home
I walk into store
You lift me up,
I’m place in a box.
It rolls forward.
What weird box it is this?
You say it is cart.
You stop at objects,
You check them out careful.
I do not understand this.
Why are you placing in cart?
We go around,
Until you are done.
We stand behind people.
We wait out turn.
You place objects on counter.
You pull out card and pay.
We leave you rolling me out door.
This wasn’t bad,
Can we come back sometime again.
Kana shopping at Bed Bath and Beyond.
My remote fell from chair.
I went to pick it up near the wall.
There between edges of carpet
I found a piece your creme brulee fur.
I picked the strand and held it between my fingers.
I looked at how it went white to brown.
Strand of fur was near where you loved to lay near chair.
I sighed remembering how much I missed you;
You were my friend and companion.
I placed the fur on your memory rock,
Letting you know I was thinking about you;
Hoping you would bound in with your smile
And ask me to pet and massage your furry coat.
Small creamy dog walks down street
People stop to ask if they can greet
Owner says yes as dog allows the pets
She smiles enjoying all the pats
Some take a guess of her breed
Others know right off the bat
Everyone notices her calm demeanor
As owner looks at art and crafts
She loves the attention that she gets
As she is allow to go to an art fest event
I smell fresh steamed veggies from kitchen.
I see you load them on white plate.
I watch you carry towards table
Once seated you begin to eat.
I come over placing front paws on chair.
Please share your green broccoli with me.
You see my pleading eyes.
You know certain veggies are good for dogs.
You find small pieces to give out.
You have me work for food.
I sit and stay for you.
I look at you when you say “Kana watch me”.
Each piece is so good.
Then I’m done; waiting for you to finish dinner.
I wrote a poem and a wolf took off with it in his mouth.
He ran quickly through trees and across clear river as I tried to catch him.
Up over hill moon shone it’s golden orb.
I stopped upon the hill crest and looked below.
Around fallen logs a wolf pack gathered waiting for their leader.
He came to a stop around them and gently placed my poem upon the ground.
He nudged the creases out and with elderly wise eyes read what I wrote.
He finished; tipped his head and responsed to my poem.
His wordless howling song tugged at me for I had written about love of nature.
He finished his song and looked up to where I was on hill.
He gently took my poem and raced back up the hill.
He stopped inches to where I was and bowed his head towards me.
I nodded to him taking my poem and clutched against my chest.
He turned around and raced back down to his wolf pack.
I stayed the evening and listened to them sing their leader’s song.
It was sweet to my ears to know they loved my poem.
Jet roars across cloudless sky leaving white trailing smoke in its wake as many people watch it fly by.