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Didn’t Sound Like Love

IMG_1843A nocturnal screech assaulted
the neighborhood and roused my
sympathy for a female feline
at the mercy of a heated tom.

While sipping my herbal tea, and
watching a late, late show, I could
not help hearing nature take its
course beneath my window.

The deed seemed done but still
I wondered just where those cats
came from, who had let them roam,
and why my dog lay unconcerned.



Rescued pregnant and astray,

lab and setter mix they say.

Unknown male fulfilled his need,

no one knows mate’s size or breed.


Mongrel-born variety

unfit for a pedigree,

helpers took their best option

and placed pups for adoption.


So many at the doggie fair,

came across her litter there,

after seeing puppies play,

had to take one home that day.


So quick to be housebroken,

rare bark is quite outspoken.

To myself no need to talk,

‘cause he listens as we walk.


More often it’s convenient

to yield and be obedient.

Never had a dog so strong,

sweet to all who come along.


Ice plants grow like crunchy weeds,

where pup sprints ahead of me.

I see nostrils quiver whiffs

then he chews on what he sniffs.


I call for him to follow,

not knowing what he swallowed.

He returns hang tongued to lick,

I feel slobbery and slick.

His leash pulls and then goes slack,

am I leader of his pack?

We adopted him quite small,

warned us that he has large paws.


Still we do feel some surprise,

two months doubled him in his size.

Wonder just how big he’ll get,

no sure answer from the vet.ImageImage

We Heard But Did Not Listen

Dogs barked loud, long, Tuesday night;

but, like auto alarm blares,

street waited for silent air.


Early Wednesday morning bright

shimmering sun, shattered glass

shards of windows in the grass.


Several missing GPS,

dogs, mute as laryngitis,

wore shades of looking righteous.


Our vehicle sat unstressed,

entry unscarred unmarred,

husband didn’t lock the car.


Glove compartment contents strewn,

robber didn’t take our stuff,

guess it wasn’t worth enough.


Wouldn’t want our paper maps

colored bright and crackly new,

yellow routes and water blue.

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