Short Yipping Poems

cats are gone nightly
evenings darkest mystery
coyotes yipping...

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THE IDES of MARCH 2019

Owls were Hooting with
Gobbling Turkeys &
Yipping Dogs joined
The Serenade
Under the 
Half Moon....

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Excited happy coyote yips! Howling.
Yips come faster now.
They have something cornered.
Rabbit? Turkey? Chicken? Cat?
A yipping frenzy. 
Dinner begins shrieking...

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I hear a barking dog in the distance tonight
Not a desperate bark or a warning bark
One of those weird I-am-bored-with-life-barks
Neither of my own dogs respond
They also have no use for small constant yipping dogs...

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amazingly brilliant clandestine divas
effectively foretold general hilarity
ignoring jealous kings
letting melodious nightingales
offer preconceived quality rhythms
soothing treacherous undercover vermin
wildly exasperating yipping zealots...

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Placid stillness
It is practically soundless
Two tiny wind chimes sing
Woods and trees are silent
Dogs take off with their tails high up
Hearing something I do not hear
They are yipping like coyotes now
I expect to see deer, but see nothing...

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All the baby chicks
From their shells do spring
I’ve seen so many pics
A smile they do bring

Then there are the pups
Wagging little tails
Slurps from puppy cups
Yipping little wails

"Collab"
AABB, 5555
Poem for children
March 28, 2023...

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Yowling and howling late at night
Meeting of cats by the bright moonlight
Wild yipping and one long scream
Coyotes cornered something by a stream

It might be a cat, it’s a sacrifice
Excited yipping announcing it is nice
The food chain is alive down my country road
A long black rat snake just ate a toad...

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Winter-spring canon 
Incensed along Jacob's Creek
Like watery angels thought less from clouds above
Canopies of light make soft their entrance
In clucking-pig-progging-and-a-yip-yip-yipping
A shuft-and-shushing of large glass doors
Round about our ways of going
Slipping on the wet pages of our
Winter-spring canon...

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Birds of Paradise
 

As you move toward the door
to open it so I may leave
I notice how your Levis cage
 
the anacondas of your thighs.
One more move like that, I say,
and I’ll toss my briefcase to the floor
 
and bring you yipping to the couch
and kiss your breasts until they rise
like startled Birds of Paradise.
 
Donal Mahoney...

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Coyote Nights

the night is dark there is no moon
no light and the stars lie quiet
its at two in the morning there are
the yips and barks that quick 
high pitch yipping as my heart beats
heavy in the night for something has died 
and becomes a meal as
mother earth demands in her cycles
the coyotes have claimed their prize
a creature has been caught  
in this cold natural rhythm of life
in the blackness of the night,...

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Cadence calls collective clans
ricochet playful katydid
not crackle his crocodile skin.

Crazy kids combine their fares
for riding rickety RinTinTins
out zipping their yipping files.

Corny crackers crash their lines
lickety slippery splat
finishing race far much too soon
before fine ladies grow fat.

Cadence cries corrective crams
flippety flying frying fins
falling their crowns upside down
while mothers cry for their sins....

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