Tree top dwellers
Electric line leapers
Garage roof tenants
They seem to live solely
To gather nuts
Be chased by eager canines,
And flaunt their furry tails.
DOG CHASES TAIL
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In circles goes the dog,
a furry whirlwind, tail a-wagging,
his nose to the ground, sniffing out the ghost of a bone
with no clue as to where he left it.
Ahh, the circle grows, and me thinks he’s quite mad!
Truth be told, that bone is a relic,
a trophy of nothing, a piece of yesterday's joy,
devoid of any savory delight;
yet, he’s bewitched
by the lure of that which once he had.
The quest persists, but time, the trickster,
plays its multifarious games.
Memory grows faint, but
the haze of longing remains
lost in the labyrinth of time.
Distractions dart by—a squirrel, a leaf,
But wait—what’s this? A flash of color
bounces by and the spell is broken,
the quest for the bone forgotten,
distraction wagging his tail.
And so he circles, a furry Sisyphus,
chasing phantoms in the grass,
he sniffs, snorts, and spins—
a canine circus act.
bird feeder pole snapped in two
suet cakes gone-border collies barking
large furry forager departed- sated
This is the furry part.
The we-don't-know-what's-next part.
The alchemy busted.
I'm hitting the Exits.
Not as fun as I imagined.
Imagine this world heavier than lead
While light as a feather,
A brother though a bother,
A mother and a smother,
A cry for life in the crescent of our being.
But here I am ahead of myself.
This is just the furry part.
Furry animals are
allergic to
anyone with an
enormous appetite.
They said this strange man ate his squirrel:
such a lovely arboreal rodent, a creature that nibbles.
First he eats its legs, then its body,
but omits the heart. That is precious.
What? We do not eat a squirrel?
Boiled, broiled, roasted or raw? With sprinkles?
There are strange people who choose
certain creatures of fur. But never one that gnaws?
And those spirited, spunky sprinkles?
There are strange folk who resist a pitter-patter,
with or without a squirrel, whether it be boiled or broiled,
even roasted or raw - without those sprinkles
and, of course, those spatters.
There are funny folk.
They don’t eat an arboreal gnawer?
And do we think of Gnawer and his ark - with squirrels?
So odd how we ponder
on creatures of fur, with or without
those spirited, spunky sprinkles.
Brains do the oddest of things.
(20 Sep 2024)
Hush o'er azure stone ridge,
hypnotic wax moon dash,
wispy crescent rustle from,
a piebald furry deer,
nocturnal stealth enshrouded,
silver tint antler scoops,
limp orange leaf detritus,
canopy of maroon ink,
black mist dewdrops spill,
corral Northern Bobwhite quest,
shuddersome elk teeters on,
bituminous coal summit,
cast a pearl oyster glance,
into an uncanny precipice,
enigmatic phenocryst ravines,
spellbound immersive trickle,
species of the dome shape,
muted in clandestine trot,
oe’r mushroom quandary in crossing,
to slink away the eerie stillness
My furry friend vanished into the night
Fireworks had her running away in fright
A cursed Fourth Of July
My dog’s lost and I cry
Now heartbroken I search by dawn’s early light
Every girl and every fella
Open up your big umbrella
It's going to rain for sure
Not wet drops, but fluffy fur
Little kittens falling down
Landing safely on the ground
A soft meow to say hello
Cuddles for a loving show
Puppies landing everywhere
With a cute and happy stare
Woof woof means please pet me
With a belly rub so lovingly
You look up as it is stopping
No more furry friends are dropping
Hoping it soon starts again
With a rainstorm that doesn't end
I want to write a poem sweet little kitty cat,
but you are on my cluttered writing desk:
and on my papers you have just sat !
With you in a dance position arabesque,
we chitchat, chat, and play tat for tat !
Please, will you now move my furry aristocrat ?
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May 18, 2023
Poetry/Rhyme/A Funny Aristocrat
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1548-241018
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Bite Size Poem No. 64
sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 05/29/2023
In the slushy bog, lived one speckled frog
He loved to have fun and didn’t wish to slog
Croaky Frog was his dear name
To travel and enjoy life was his aim
One day he set out, wearing his hat
On the way he met a furry rat
He asked- “Hey rat, will you come with me
Lovely scenes are there for us to see”
The rat replied- “Yes, I shall come with you
I too like the beautiful sights to view”
Soon they saw a tabby cat on their way
Rat ran in fear and hid behind some hay
Croaky, instantly jumped into a well
Seeing a snake in, he began to yell
“Save me, save me” cried the desperate frog
The evening was veiled with thick fog
Billy goat and friends were grazing around
They heard from the well a desperate sound
In minutes, they arrived and saved the frog
Thanking his friends, the frog fled to his bog
Feb.28. 2023
~ Placed First~
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Eve Roper
What would it a fellow cost
To body seal against frost
So it could never be lost?
A wind breaker for bared bust,
You don’t hurry towards dust;
Suicide triggers such vile lust…
On some table banging fist:
“For furry coats build a list
Or some eyes shall gather mist…
Furry Coat for cold weather,
A coarse fabric: Man’s feather.
Worry, worry, worry
rush hour's snow flurry
Blurry, blurry, blurry
windshield's already slurry
Hurry, hurry, hurry
home, so the car's not buried
Scurry, scurry, scurry
'undercover' with s/t furry
In a pet shop, a female cat fell in love with a male dog. The dog was so irate and said, "Stop licking me or I will eat you!" For many days the cat was crestfallen and silent. She said to herself that a dog can never fall in love with a cat.
One morning, the dog was choking from the food that he ate, and the cat rushed to him. Knowing that the veterinarian was not inside the shop, she went on top of the table and pushed hard a plastic bottle filled with water towards the dog's head. The dog was relieved after being hit by the water-filled bottle.
From that day forward, the dog loved the cat for what she has done for him. Unlike other animals inside the pet shop, it was only the cat that cared for him more than anybody or anything else.
Loyal companion
whose racing paws &
booming howl is heard before
she is seen.
A wonderful addition to a family
who’s known loss.
Grayed from the years, you still seem playful and spritely,
albeit a little fluffy.
I wonder if you’d remember me after all this time?
If you’d still excitedly greet me for licks, sniffs, and scratches;
the piece of a broken
relationship I miss the most.
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