i feel their eyes on me as i walk along the street
their mouths hung agape, panting like dogs
like a wild pack of wolves
ready to pounce
ready to strike
ready to ****
i lower my head in fear
my heartbeat quickens as it sinks to my stomach
i walk and i walk and i walk
i run and i run and i run
and when i turn my head over my shoulder
i don't see them behind me
but i watch them from afar
each howl and snarl that slither through the cracks and gaps between jagged teeth
their blood stained paws move to the side
and i see it
i see it
i see it!
it was another wolf!
but it had collapsed
and when i turned my head to the side
all i saw was teeth marks
it was a traitor
Out the box, precious little thing as we knew!
Very moment we laid our eyes, our hearts swayed away.
Still remember the moment I washed you,
In a little sink, as you quivered hard to stay.
Three years of our life ain't much to adieu!
But a big piece in yours, as you spent like a holiday.
Never played fetch and it's not your cue,
For you once been a normal canine? no per se!
Welcome you with our hearts to a year- brand new,
You're the best son ever and that's all I can say!
I remember you as a fluffy furball
As I gave you the first baby bath.
Made you sit & stand- as ya learnt 'em all
Oh! with you- it wasn't an easy path!
So well grown up, now past 4 years I recall.
Though calm & gentle, the time
Will it ever be the same midst all these brawl?
Never will it be- since things ran 'south'!
May be far- we will always, love you Pal.
Happier you wag & stronger gets your health!
Birthday poem for my pet dog named "Mike"
What is a dogs life
Eating, pooping and barking
Waiting for you to arrive
Checking out the garbage cans
Hanging around on the couch
Sleeping, sleeping and sleeping
Asking you to please pet me
Can we go for a walk now
Answering the door with barks
A joyous FAMILY member
A beautiful soul
Dog backwards is God
Very appropriate name
Cherish your together time....!
Brian Hill - 2019 # 238
The memories that pets can give you are wonderful. Cherish them always!
I like America’s Got Talent,
especially when they have dog acts.
I love dog acts. I cry at dog acts.
I wish dog acts would bark and chase
those young kids and aspiring adults
who sing opera every year and
get into the semifinals off the stage;
chase the pretentious dance troupes
and acrobats; half-funny comics;
the children who sing lustily in adult voices;
the seniors with fading contralto dreams;
the day glow CGI artists who
illustrate on a big, dark canvas;
the magicians with their card slight of hand,
even the ones who just do regular magic—
right off the stage with a bark and
a push of their snouts.
Dog acts are pure.
They sit. They heel.
They stay. They obey.
They even sing, dance and draw too.
All acts should be dog acts.
All dreams should be dog dreams.
Every million dollar winner,
mongrel or pure bred,
should have a 100% canine heart—
even though they would trade it all
for a pat on the head, good treats
nice walks with you and belly rubs.
She gently takes the proffered nibbly bite
Between her toothful jaws, my little ally
This is our bedtime custom every night
That’s why my dog is fat - and so am I!
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: THE ROAD TO MAGDALENA, PALEO-HIPPIES AT WORK AND PLAY, LADY WITH A DEAD TURTLE, DON’T FORGET YOUR SHOES AND GRAPES, COFFEE AND A DEAD ALLIGATOR TO GO, and DISPATCHES FROM THE COLONIAL OFFICE.
Ever since the moment you left, he sits and waits on our front steps. He sadly looks his eyes to me, I scratch his ears on bended knee. He softly whimpers as if to say, why’d she have to run away.
Admit it. Scream it. Howl it to the *******
moon. Your heart is soft
and so is mine
and oh how if ******* hurts sometimes.
my body, close to yours
I heard you start to cry and so I came