Dog-o-Logue — An Ode

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“Josie” — C.Birde, 12/19

 

Stroke my ears

and speak to me

in praiseful tone

of my abundant

canine virtues,

And I will grin,

and wag,

and tilt my head

just so

in attendant

dog-o-logue.

 

— C.Birde, 12/19

 

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“Josie — In Motion” — C.Birde, 12/19

 

 

Dogging — A Poem

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“Dogging” — C.Birde, 6/19

 

She dogs

(literally)

my heels.

Small paws click

across the floor

in hopes of telltale sign

(she reads between

the lines)

of her aim.

We could walk forever

(figuratively)

and not satisfy

her need

to explore those clumps

of grass and slants of

broken curb we’ve visited

before.

I understand —

habituated to routine and

self-made grooves,

I am grateful of her insistent,

pleading

(anthropomorphized…?)

stare.

At leash’s end,

she leads me

(freely)

out,

around,

and everywhere.

 

— C.Birde, 6/19

 

Capriccio — A Poem

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“Josie” — C.Birde, 9/17

 

 

tiktik

tika

tik –

Staccato click

of claws

on gravel, grass, stone.

Clink and jingle

of tags,

oval and oblong;

steel burnishing

brass.

Metronomic wag

of tail.

Four fleet feet,

a scant ten pounds,

she sets a lively pace

and pulls me

 — up —

the MoUnTaIn.

 

 

— C.Birde, 9/17

 

SunDog — A Poem

 

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“Josie in Sunbeam” — C.Birde, 1/17

That space —

just inside

the side door —

splashed with

January light…

Enough to lure

both cat and dog

to vie for

possession

of its gradually

narrowed wedge,

its bone-filling

memory,

of warmth.

— C.Birde, 1/17