Took my dead dog for a long walk today.
I like to think that some that passed by
glimpsed the whisk of her bushy tail
or heard her cheerful panting,
as she strained at the leash.
I was reading a book about Shelties,
how they were bred to be working dogs,
sheep herders,
and won’t ever be lapdogs.
Back home, both tuckered-out,
I glance down,
she is asleep already,
no doubt chasing my legs,
around a bunch
of lampposts and fire hydrants.
Categories:
shelties, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Took my dead dog for a long walk today.
No one that past-by saw her,
even I only glimpsed the whisk
of her tail as she pulled at her leash,
or overheard her cheerful panting
as ice-crunching traffic rolled on by
Back home
she laid down quite satisfied,
at my feet.
I am reading a book about Shelties,
how they were bred to be working dogs
and won’t ever be lapdogs.
I glance down,
she is already asleep.
I read on
herding images together
just for her.
Categories:
shelties, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Ponies running into the wild today
Having fun into the west
Glory days among them
Categories:
shelties, horse,
Form: Kimo