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D 7d
Through the shine of the window
As the sun teases the flesh of her hero,
She stretches upon the mattress,
Annoys him with her lapped kiss
All across the face, begging him to rise.

Here at her bowl,
She wags and waits for his control
As he gets, a scoop full of her favorite yummies,
How she salivates drools with an ache in her tummy
My girl, she devours within moments
And then she sits, waiting for the moment
I submit, those doe eyes looking up at me

We go, the backyard retreat.
She gives her red flying disc
And I throw to the distance, hitting the fence
She runs with a thunderous speed
And we repeat until we both take a tiresome seat
And through her panting and unrelenting breaths
I see her smile and know I am loved,
By my most precious pet.
My dog is a pit-lab mix, she's 6 years old but acts every bit of 6 months still. So much energy, and so much blind devotion. I love her so much, she's like a second child to me.
Rey Apr 15
Wagging your tail around you saw something pretty and wanted it. It had feathers that let the sun shine off them reflecting into your eyes.

You chased it wanting the pretty thing

You caught it pouncing the ground in pleasure

Your jaws tighten on it to secure your new catch

But it wasn't yours

And it never was to begin with

You never meant to hurt it

But you did.

You set it down gently, the pleased feeling stopped short with disgust in yourself

Now it's gone, never to fly around and have the light glimmer off it, never to flap about with it's flock again.

Gone forever because you wanted that pretty thing and were so foolish you let it disappear forever never to be free again

Only thing left of it is the blood of guilt on your jaws left to sink in as your jaws did to the pretty thing.
We just got a new mutt pup.
A cross between
A Peesaspleases and a Shitzoncue.
They aren't rare.
Among all creatures in this world, a wonder to be told,
A creation of God, with a pure heart as gold.
With licks of affection, they snog without cease,
Their love and care, a beautiful masterpiece.

Though unable to speak, they gaze with intent,
Their eyes filled with love, a true sentiment.
Cute puppies they are, like babies they play,
In their joyful antics, they brighten our day.

Running and jumping, a sport they adore,
Yet tiredness finds them, they snort and they snore.
They listen to music, with a haul,
But anger can cause them to growl.

Slippers, shoes, a sock they like chewing
Inspecting thorough, through sniffing,
Boredom will find them, anxiety too,
And digging ensues, a task they always pursue.

With heads tilting sideways, they listen with glee,
Their innocence shining for everyone to see.
Through kisses they show their love, ever true,
Tail wagging wildly, in happiness they brew.

Barking and yawning, a language they speak,
Their care is unwavering, strong and unique.
They guard their loved ones from danger and strife,
A loyal companion, a treasure for life.

In this wonderful creation, a dog's gentle grace,
Reflects the divine in their furry embrace.
Cherish these creatures, so loyal and kind,
A gift from above, in their love we find.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Forgotten traces of a pencil – I’ve been built
by words; public reputation is the means of
being good at your own public relations.
As love’s repetition is loving those you’ve
fallen in love with, off the pages of life rather
than the scripts of perfected fiction.

And to believe your love is perfect is to rival
God's – where you become your own judge;
biased as much, for the flesh desires to feed
only itself; the flesh isn’t the perfection of love.

For everyday of life is the day for all equal dogs,
moral or uncouth,  posterity rests its favour –
Still a dog must know not to bite the hand that
feeds it; as it seeks the hand’s favour – wouldn’t
we all like to find favour in the hands of our Creator,

What are dogs to their Creator?
the curious cat jumps the fence
game to chase after a butterfly –
to fill its stomach
       perhaps this is my view on love

while the old dog remains in the yard
chasing after its own tail –
hoping to bite onto success
       as this is my view on human regrets.
Kuda Bux Jan 14
The carrot and the thread are still
my calves and hooves, motionless
chewing on a bitter pill
eyes take in the stillness

A slight neigh to sigh a sigh
the usual sounds and usual grunts
the clicking tongue, a pitch too high
pavement castanet-ing
under screaming sun

The carrot and the thread begin to sway
my calves and hooves, they shake
chewing on spit and year-old hay
eyes that want to take

A step and a clack, forward I move
A step and a clack, the carrot too
Well I c-n't
Type with the letter "-"
My puppy fell -sleep on it
So it might t-ke me
- minute to s-y I luv you too
Bec-use his n-se is n-w -n the "-"
I -ctu-lly c-n't use the "-" I need him to w-ke up
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