Haiku 8 Dogs

looking out a tree 
stands, a deep growl vibrates, a
heedless squirrel plays
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Austin Avatar
March 1, 2016 at 11:38 AM
Yep! Our trouble is stray cats. Despite the crows warning, the "heedless" squirrels dare. I can't condemns the cats, hunting is their nature. Nature can be cruel. Love your Haiku. daver
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November 28, 2015 at 6:14 PM
David, hope he can't reach, Love the dog haiku. SKAT
Callus Avatar
March 3, 2015 at 3:57 PM
Lovely visual, David. Read your comment down below...puts us more into the picture. All the best. // paul
Kendrick Avatar
February 5, 2015 at 6:14 AM
Those squirrels just love that..I have seen them run down the tree just above the dog and chirp like they are making fun of the dog..Thanks for dropping by..Sara
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January 15, 2015 at 6:39 AM
a deep growl vibrates, heedless squirrel. Ohhh. Love...Rajat
Jones Avatar
January 13, 2015 at 9:52 AM
I can see it now David. Great Haiku. *S*Cynthia
Grace Avatar
December 3, 2014 at 4:44 PM
I new I would love this when I read the title!:) Love the descriptive words you used.
Jamoner Avatar
October 30, 2014 at 12:45 PM
haha Soo cute ^^
Dietrich Avatar
October 29, 2014 at 12:08 AM
that heedless squirrel had better take heed!!!
Cruz Avatar
October 24, 2014 at 10:24 PM
nice take on ventures of a squirrel. Welcome to the soup. hope you enjoy
Meade Avatar
October 29, 2014 at 9:14 PM
Thank-you, so far I am enjoying the soup and your all of your poem. All the best.
Meade Avatar
October 23, 2014 at 2:27 PM
Setting in the study, Duke and Zoe (my two golden retrievers) stare out the window – hair standing up upon their necks, aghast that a squirrel plays before them. Running back and forth between study window and the front door – growling and barking, besides themselves that this intruder is enjoying the morning looking for acorns! I believe they secretly like it . . . a game. Another day begins.
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