Dog Prose Poetry Poems

The Raven
I sat on the terrace over the kitchen, taking the sun
when a raven came, sat on the railing, eyeing me
It decided I was not...

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He starts out with arrogance that could kill a dinosaur.
His pompous attitude blowing up his head like a rooster’s comb. 
But when the rest go...

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Harvest Fest’s Annual fair is the place we are heading today
Maisy my dog is totally excited, she loves the children.
My own are grown and have...

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I used a wrench to tighten the seat on 
an old fashioned bike today.

Little blonde woven basket, a bell-a ladies bike. Tomorrow 

I will ride...

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The expert hunter doesn't cling.
Not having a dog, he hunts with
his cat... not having a cat,
he hunts with his duck, without
duck hunting with mouse...
- mouse...?
-...

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the nosy dog
that the street guards
is the cat's enemy...
Sinuous, cheeky cat...
On the roof is sovereign...
Dog and cat,
- captive animals-
of man are friends,
the man who is...

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I had the easiest time letting go of my oldest.
She and I were not getting along any more. 
I had to drag her to college...

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We have fed, wooed, wined and dined a stray dog for two days.
My husband Joe, who is a sucker for dogs, named him Brownie.
This stray,...

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I claimed ---and passionately---
that I'd never have a small dog, 
much less one with "poo" in its name.
Not for me yappy Yorkies, shivering Chihuahuas,
shaky Shih...

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There's a ball on the ground, and I think
I should grab that for Moxie.
Dog food is on sale, and my cart is
halfway down the aisle
before...

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He walked to the end of the pier to talk to the storm.
Figuring if he stayed calm and emotion-free, it might work.
The storm released a...

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White Poodle Sweetie always bets on red.
Never wins but is consistent in her bets.
The whole roulette table is in an uproar.
White Poodle Sweetie is betting...

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I am wily and slick like a seasoned coyote.
My hazel eyes travel side to side, as if I am on speed.
I do not want to...

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My husband is torn.
He wants a clean house.
But he loves our big puppy.
The chewingest dog in the whole dang town.

He says I guess I should...

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Excited to be given freedom to play,
I run to my art studio and begin dabbling.
I have already created thirteen new
canvases – penned and ready to...

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