The Blue Heron Always Flies Away

The blue heron always flies away
in early morning as I leave for work.
Try to be quiet going down stairs, he hears
heavy footsteps.
No, one else is out near my place:
just the lake and other wild animals in nature.
But, why do you come spending only short time at the lake?
Why not stay longer?
I ask, cause I seem to be the only one who rises early
and want to fly to work on time.

Collection Dog Poetry Vol III Book Coming Soon

No poem for today. Just wanted to let you all know that I am working on Collection of Dog Poetry: Poems About Dogs Vol III book. Not sure when it will come out but I am hoping sometime between August and October. This volume will have poems from what a dog would poem about to a two special topics which you will have to wait to find out. Of course it will also have outside with the dog and even more dog random poems. The cover is still in the works and once I get closer or it is published I will show it here. Chelsey, who passed away last year, helped me in writing a lot of the poems out of this collection and the other two published books. It would not have been possible without her and I am glad she helped me in developing a passion for writing poems and books.

Thank you Chelsey, my poetry muse!!

N. K. Hasen

I Saw A Deer The Other Day

I saw a deer the other day
Made me think of my dog
Who passed away last year.
She would stop our walk;
Crouch low to ground
In lion huntress mode.
She would stalk quietly forward
On silent paws as she eyed her prey.
Inch by inch she would move closer
Until last minute she lunge in huge leap
To try to catch the deer which now fled the scene.
She would huff; she would cry
Let go of leash for I want to chase deer.
I missed our walks and adventures
Not knowing what wild animals would appear.

After Rain Saying

Rain stopped.
Clouds still hung dark.
Gray skies opened to lighter shades
Showing pinks, reds and oranges
As sun set for evening.
I looked at splash of color,
Thinking what has
Been passed down through generation:
“Red skies at night, sailors delight;
Red skies in morning, sailors take warning.”
A saying I’ve heard so many times.
It always seems to to ring true.
I hope tomorrow skies will be blue.