Good news, my book “Collection Of Dog Poetry: Poem About Dogs Vol III” has been published. You can find the paperback version either on Amazon or search for it at other online retailers. The kindle version is also out for purchase on Amazon or by search.
Amazon link for both Paperback and eBook can be found here: https://www.amazon.com/s?k=Collection+of+dog+poetry%3A+poems+about+dogs+vol+iii&ref=nb_sb_noss
Throughout the year there will be Amazon eBook promotions and maybe paperback one too. Look for new poetry books down the road.
I write to say my season is not done yet.
Another two weeks of snow and ice it will be.
Days will be cold; ground will still be frozen.
I am sorry for late word.
This torture to prolong my season,
I want to see my flowers bloom.
I want warm air to blow through
Instead of freezing cold.
Why, must you add two weeks of more winter.
It is this year to add more winter.
It won’t be negative degrees
Like three weeks ago.
I’ll keep it tame; don’t you worry.
Your season will come soon enough.
Thank you for my concern.
This will give me time to prepare.
I will call the clouds and the rains
And whisper to the winds
To start two weeks after this cold.
Spring will come then
With budding daffodils and flowering trees.
Any more changes let me know
For the people are tired of winter now.
I love to meet people.
I go up; say hi to everyone.
I love to meet dogs.
I go up unless their owner says no.
I am friendly with everyone I meet.
I am not your stereotypical Shiba.
They say Shibas are wary of strangers.
They say Shibas are picky with certain dogs.
They say Shibas are aloof.
I have prove them wrong.
I was a puppy mill momma dog.
I lived in cage for five years.
They say I should be more afraid of people.
They say I should have been more scare.
They say I shouldn’t have been able to adjust so quickly.
I have prove them wrong.
I am a curious Shiba.
I am independent like they say.
I am a confident Shiba.
I like to cause mischief.
And I am not your stereotypical Shiba.
Summer winding to a close
Air is cooler
Humidity almost gone
Change of seasons is coming soon
Darkness lingers longer in morning
And comes quicker in evenings
Light begins to fade quicker
Struggles to rise in early morning
Summer has now begun to slumber
As Fall begins to stir awake
Rotating of seasons is now in hand
I unlocked my heart
I placed your box
Full of love:
Placed it securely inside
Locked my heart whole again
Knowing you, my dog,
Would always be within me
Dogs live for the moment
Taking one day at time
They are not a poet
Or future yet to come
They are glad only for a crumb
And where belly rubs come from.
I look at owner
Take me outside right now please
You say wait a sec
For I was outside
One hour ago for a walk
I want to go now
I go to bedroom
Grab stuff orange that’s on floor
I run back to you
Get your attention
I throw it in air; chomp it
I hope it works
You get leash; I go to door
Outside we go to explore