#245
Bark Bark Bark!
He hates those windshield wipers
With a passion born of glee
That such a meager weapon
Should strike with impunity.
Thus he barks his most ferocious
And his hair stands high on end,
As we ride along in killer mode
Or he grabs something else to rend.
#137
Bark Bark
Simon, known as "Little Pain,"
Barks up our trees, not all in vain;
His bark is like a double tap,
Two 38s: snap-snap, snap-snap,
In one ear, then in the other,
Disturbing as a little brother,
Till the squirrel falls to the ground,
Knocked down dead by the Dachshund sound.
#86
My Grandson
Friday, 2/4/11
I caught the smile on Julian's face
That lit the trees with awesome grace
And made the gray bark shine:
Mischievous, loving, innocent,
With clarity like subtle wine
(And in some sense, I thought, he's mine).
