All silent in sleeping slumber tonight.
Clouds begin to brew a coming storm tonight.
Winds will pick up with force; charging in before it rains tonight.
Musically symphony will crash through with rain beating the beats tonight.
Crickets using their legs will strum like violins before coming storm tonight.
Lightning will be the lights of the grand show tonight.
For thunder will crash as cymbals in end musically storm tonight.
Helpless buddy biscuit waits on paw
Release word for dog is given
Mouth goes down to grab defenseless biscuit
Mouth opens; biscuit is between jaws
Crunch, biscuit breaks in two
Biscuit legs disappear into mouth
Now biscuit waits for final fate
Mouth grabs rest; buddy biscuit is no more
Whisper me a line of poetry o wind.
What lines will I hear tonight.
Will I hear love sonnets from ages past?
Will it be three-line haiku from nature’s landscapes?
Will it be perhaps Dickerson’s short lyric line from her many poems
What will you give me o wind tonight.
Will you recite lines from the Raven?
Will I hear Frost or Sandburg?
Will it be life or death or in between?
Will I listen to prose or free verse?
What will you give me tonight?
I will sit and listen o wind.
Your hurtful words speared me in chest again.
Knocked me down another inch into the deep abyss of sorrow.
I try to use paws… Difficult with small key buttons on… Why can’t they make large buttons for… they call a computer? I, dog have hard… with this device. I press… more than one… comes on screen. They said easier… pen or pencil in my… or paws. I will stop… random letters are appearing… makes no sense. Blogging is taking… necessary for me with… I have typing away. I’ll let owner… fine tooth comb to make sure… correct and fix my post.
Your strokes gentle upon my face
You rub your hand in my fur
I sit still
Take it all in
As each part gets stroke
I close my eyes enjoying the last petting of evening
I don’t want it to end
But it will because it’s time for bed
I left my stuff toy where it lies.
How can I play with it?
You leave me at Grandma’s
with a wave of your hand
and a kiss on my snout.
I am helpless waiting for your return.
How could you leave me?
I am a dog, silent, not understanding
what vacation means
or when you will return to me.
I sigh, day and night.
Will you come back for me?
Front door opens,
I see you there, I stare
making sure it is finally you.
I am too overjoy to get up.
I let you come to me
and give you the
I miss you lick
as you pet my fur.