The taxonomy of a little dog...

Startzman ·

             #170

     Not So Simple Simon 

The lines and curves and contours

Of a little dachshund dog--

The numerous parts and details

Of a doggy catalogue:

His silky coat and perky ears;

His perfect little nose;

His bright brown eyes

And tar black nails

On mighty thunder toes;

His sturdy pointed power tail

That wags with special grace,

As he dashes down to greet me

When his order's back in place.

These are all the reasons why

The loss of him would rip the sky

And leave delight a fierce deny--

Or do I over-simplify

For such a giddy Little Guy?

Christmas Eve...

Startzman ·

         #161

   The Night Before

It's 5 a.m.; the house is dark;

I've just heard the terrier bark.

I get my slippers, get my cane,

Try to ignore all aches and pain.

I check the window, check the door;

No one there; it's 5:04.

I'm back in bed by 5:08;

I love the dog; her bark I hate.

5:21: I hear her snore;

Next time I'll get a Labrador!

For Christmas, all I want is sleep;

Not every poem can be this deep.

Consider it my special gift;

(5:31: and I'm still miffed).

 

What on Earth...?

Startzman ·

               #169

              Caught

He wasn't sure yet how to move--

Slither, glide, or crawl.

The world beyond was huge and dense,

The blacktop hot beyond recall.

Then the hand came from the clouds

Like distant memories of the Fall--

Too late to slither, glide, or crawl.