shine feels good
and yellow grass
tickles my nose
i sneezes
girl wafts by
and pats my head
wags i my tail
shes pleased
sees i her go
my boy she know
and takes to him
my scent
hunger itches
time to leave
i stretches
all unbent
i ups and lopes
down back my trail
scratch fleas and screens
outside my food bowl door
no boy to play
no bone to worry
plops i my haunches
down far as floor
nose to porch
i blows the dust
that brings my boy
from gone
away from door
we run the fence
we call the birds
we splash the pond
shakes i, squawks he
we go to door
he opens and
my feed is found
grubs i the bowl
licks up the scraps
turn round my rug
and hits the ground
boy ball and bat
bark stay and go
set i and watch
the food bowl door
is good to have
a trail to git
a boy to fetch
a rug to snore
Or in reality what goes on, goes up.
3 comments:
Hi Chelmorning here. I just wanted to say. Sadie is a cutie! How special that she winks. Did you write this? "Food Bowl Door"? It's great! I love it. Congrats on starting a blog. I have been blogging for a few years and go through spells of really productive blogging and months where I don't do too much. Just wanted to say hi and love the poem.
Thanks for the support! I wrote "food bowl door" about 8 years ago inspired by my previous best friend, Bandit. I hope I can learn more about Blogging and some newer uses of new communication tools.
thanks again and oh BTW, isn't 43 thing cool?
I LOVE 43things! I'm having a great time and I'm finding it's very addicting! If you ever want to check my blog it's over at livejournal.Nothing much goes on there other than my ramblings and occasionally pics of my artwork.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/faeriebluebell/
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