Noble Dog

Oh dog,

so noble,

out there eating

your own poop

outwitted by cat and bird and squirrel

Oh dog,

so valiant,

frightened by

your shadow, the cat, and thunder

Oh dog,

so hungry,

eating a box of tissues,

most of a couch cushion

and my cell phone

Oh dog,

so sweet,

still a lap dog

at 80 pounds,

licking my face adoringly,

I wouldn’t want you any other way.

(except maybe for the poop eating part)

NaPoWriMo #26

It feels like I’m just sitting
in my chair, typing
and drinking coffee,
but actually I’m spinning
almost 1000 miles an hour,
and travelling through space
on this biggish rock
we call Earth
at about 18 miles per second
Isn’t that remarkable?

And is it any wonder
I’m exhausted
at the end of the day?

11

Spring is trying to reform.
She’s been such a cold bitch
even the crows are pissed off.
But just when we think she’s
going to turn over a new leaf
who should come along
but Snow White.

Actually, it wasn’t so bad in my little corner of Wisconsin today. That’s what’cha for being behind with writing.