I know our little Tiggy, just as we, Has dreams at night: her muffled barks declare She’s visiting again some memory Or chasing an imaginary hare. What say, my little walking mate, that we Cavort together in one tandem dream Reflecting what along our route we’ll see As we stroll on beneath the full moon’s gleam? Another dog we’ll spy or, better yet, A cat who’s bold enough to start a spat, But better yet will cuddle for a pet And we’ll be perfectly content with that. Now, soon it will be time to take our walk Then find what other critters you can stalk.
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Monday, October 23, 2017
TRICK OR TREAT?
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Wednesday, October 18, 2017
INVOCATION
O, Muse of making something difficult Seem easy—assist me, please, in this endeavor So that my poem achieves the grand result Of living in posterity forever— This sonnet, though, I know’s not such a one Since it now simply talks about itself, A subject that most readers readily shun, A book of which would never leave the shelf, But if I could pull off a tour de force By writing in a single sentence one Persuading even skeptics to endorse My prowess, I’ll be proud of what I’ve done, And I, of course, will praise you for your aid Without which such a verse could not be made.
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Monday, October 9, 2017
SAPIENCE
A wise old owl now sits beside my chair, A figurine I found in a thrift shop, Reminding me of owls with whom we share Our backyard oak trees, where they perch atop, Reminding me as well to realize That Homo sapiens sapiens should be wise.