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I In the sunny backyard, all was motion. The grass, flowers, trees, fountain, birds, cats, Flies, earthworms, and small snakes, All moving. Only one thing was not moving: Buddy. II Sleep, nap, or doze. Buddy could not choose, So he did all three III At dusk all over the neighborhood Dogs were coming to their owners With hope in their eyes. Buddy was no different. I picked up the leash. IV Buddy does not know whether to prefer lying in front of the back door Or lying in front of the front door. When lying in front of the front door Buddy does not know whether to prefer The anticipation of the mailman’s arrival Or the satisfaction of chasing him away with savage barking. V Rain falls from the sky and from the porch roof. Buddy stares. He needs to go out and *** It is a conundrum. VI O thin, starving dogs of the street Do not give up. You can have a bed of your own, a doggie pal, And cats to lick. They will all worship you, and you will grow fat with contentment. VII The grass grows. The clouds move across the sky. A shallow hole in the dirt is cool and relaxing. Buddy knows this. VIII Buddy turned and turned and turned on the carpet When he lay down The circles remained. IX As Buddy walks down the street From every house, barking, Heralding, warning, entreating, scolding. The cacophony swells to the treetops. X In the dark night On the way to get a drink of water I stepped on a pile of clothes on the floor. Alas, it was Buddy. XI Buddy and the kitten lie side by side at the front door. Dog is in his heaven. XII Buddy shook all night during the thunderstorm When the sun came out, he slept, Exhausted.
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Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
Twelve ways of looking at my dog Buddy
I In the sunny backyard, all was motion. The grass, flowers, trees, fountain, birds, cats, Flies, earthworms, and small snakes, All moving. Only one thing was not moving: Buddy. II Sleep, nap, or doze. Buddy could not choose, So he did all three III At dusk all over the neighborhood Dogs were coming to their owners With hope in their eyes. Buddy was no different. I picked up the leash. IV Buddy does not know whether to prefer lying in front of the back door Or lying in front of the front door. When lying in front of the front door Buddy does not know whether to prefer The anticipation of the mailman’s arrival Or the satisfaction of chasing him away with savage barking. V Rain falls from the sky and from the porch roof. Buddy stares. He needs to go out and *** It is a conundrum. VI O thin, starving dogs of the street Do not give up. You can have a bed of your own, a doggie pal, And cats to lick. They will all worship you, and you will grow fat with contentment. VII The grass grows. The clouds move across the sky. A shallow hole in the dirt is cool and relaxing. Buddy knows this. VIII Buddy turned and turned and turned on the carpet When he lay down The circles remained. IX As Buddy walks down the street From every house, barking, Heralding, warning, entreating, scolding. The cacophony swells to the treetops. X In the dark night On the way to get a drink of water I stepped on a pile of clothes on the floor. Alas, it was Buddy. XI Buddy and the kitten lie side by side at the front door. Dog is in his heaven. XII Buddy shook all night during the thunderstorm When the sun came out, he slept, Exhausted.
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Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
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