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

Let Me Be Your Eyes [Revision]

Decided to use this old poem I wrote few years back and added a couple more lines with another line of repetition.

Let me be your eyes,
For you were born blind.
I am your service dog,
Forever you will be in my care.
I will be your eyes,
When we go out and round town.
I will rescue you from harm
When danger draws near.
Let me be your eyes,
I will guide you around house
So you won’t bang into walls.
Let me be your eyes,
For I will know what to do.
I was trained well
And was specially selected for you.

April 26th prompt from this site

Wise Owl [Revision]

I wrote this poem back in 2013 and decided to revised it for the prompt today on a poem about an animal.

Beyond years a look so old
Resting in a tree high
A wise old owl is near.

Gazes out with black eyes like coal
Sits wise old owl upon his perch
Waiting and watching peacefully.

A catch of moment from below
Wise old owl takes keen interest
Waiting; staring for it appear.

Small animal darts out in fright
Now wings and talons now display
Wise old owl swoops down below
To find dinner is ready at last.

April 23nd prompt from this site

Animals and Nature Tension

If all the animals could talk
Would they rise up and throw us out
For what we had done to them in the past.
Will we beg them to allow us to co-exist
With them instead of having tables turned
To where they start eliminating us.

If trees branches stopped their flowering
Will seeds cease to exist
No new trees will burst through from ground
Existing trees would struggle to survive
As no new trees will take their place.

If waters stopped their flow
Would they begin to dry up
For they are what keep us and animals alive
As water is the source of life
Also for everything else around us.

If nature throws more at us:
Intense hurricanes, deadlier tornadoes, frigid winters
Will we make through
To see what will come next on the horizon
Or will we end like our predecessor (the dinosaurs).
Who were once on top like we are now.

April 6th prompt from this site

Dog Sniffing Around

Dog walking around.
Head down. Sniff, sniff.
Smells fill the snout.
More snuffles into grass.
She categorizes her smells.
This one a new dog in neighborhood.
Oh and this is my friend, Toffee.
And here is the lingering smell of squirrel.
Sigh, he gone now and can’t be chased.
Here is the dog that growls at me all the time.
She lifts her snout.
Sniffs the air. There is a dog near.
Who could it be?
She moves forward. I follow.
To see who is up ahead.