on the beach a dog
leaps about
a child runs in a frenzy
into the waters at low tide
on the sand a man holds a leash
restraining the dog
the child will not be restrained
Tag: dog
Mr. Chibi
As promised, here are some photos of the newest addition to our family: Chibi Fantastico. He was born November 1, 2017 and came to live with us two days before Christmas. The pictures above are from now–he’s just over five months hold.
Here is a picture of him from before we brought him home:
He is a fun, lovely boy. We read that shiba inus can be aloof and aggressive, but so far, he’s been extremely social with both people and other dogs.
If you can’t get enough of him, you can find him on Instagram. My wife and post pictures of him under his own stream (of course). He is ChibiTheShibi there.
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 6
red and gold
lightning on four legs
my little dog
a short walk (20180308)
everything is new
to the new dog
each smell a redolent benediction
from nature’s upraised hand
the rotting carcass
of a crow an equal
of a smoking thurible
each ecstatic stream of urine
a harmonic note
added a chorus of previous hymns
so much outside
franti sniffing
making up for this lack of knowledge
so much i wasn’t aware of
so much to be thankful for
the grass
the wind
the sun in my eyes
even the decayed leaves
even the mud
even the shit
thank you for outside
thank you for newness
elegy (20171129)
i pass through a cold spot
the paranormal experts
tell me this is a sign
some formerly corporeal being
is absorbing energy because
it wishes to communicate
or otherwise engage
with a world of mucus-leaking
sacks of wobbly flesh
who’s a good boy?
i don’t discourage the flickers
at the edge of my vision
the sound of jangled tags
the clacking of long toenails
happy to ride a bus
i’ll get off only when they make me
without a known destination
still
lately i gaze
out the window at a soft horizon
and feel the need for heaven
Day 14/30 of the Tupelo 30/30 Project (20170814)
given no tail to wag
it is hard for you
to tell me….
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encounter with lost dog (20161125)
black night dog walks toward me
sees my dog and stops
turns, and walks the other way
some kind of heat (20161111)
a brief moment
the child waving at the dog
even in the dark
the dog (20161031)
i am the dog
wagging my tail
lowering my head for
a hand
or
a handout
if it’s a smile
or a warm word
i receive
i count it
a worthy
transaction
but how often it is
the bone
dry and scraped clean
and how my teeth
break against it
reflections on walking the dog (20160824)
i’m afraid of the last time
i’m going to walk the dog
it’s not that he’s sick
mind you
he seems to be
in pretty good health
though he’s missing most of his teeth
and has more years on him than any dog
i’ve ever had
but it’s the not knowing the last walk
will be the last walk
that grinds its teeth
in my ear when i lean over to pet him
or wave the air frantically
because of his secret gas attack
so secret
that if it’s silent
he doesn’t even notice it
so i have to remind myself
to not get impatient
or tug at the leash
when he want’s to stop
and sniff ever message on our walk
i don’t want the last thing
i said to him to be
hurry up
Words and Feathers 