the dog
ignores
the sign
that says
not to trot
in wet cement.
now,
his print
is perfect
though his
feet
are funky.
poet!
i shout
at the magnificent
mutt.
_____
for day 2 of Play It Again.
"street poetry"
for day 11 of my 39 poems in 39 days.
for day 11 of my 39 poems in 39 days.
Oh my God. Just the TITLE made me so happy! How I would ADORE sidewalk with pawprints on it. I love this to the moon and back.
ReplyDeleteI adore this. It made me smile. What would we do without our dogs?
ReplyDeleteHad me at the title. TOTALLY. Swoon.
ReplyDelete"his print is perfect though his feet are funky.." Yer killin me here, girl. I love the jaunty shape of this too, suggesting the cement tracks. Lots of fun, and proof that poetry is where you find it--poets, too.
ReplyDeleteI love how you homophoned in the title — paws/pause — like his frozen print itself is a poem. <3
ReplyDeleteLove it...A poet of paws and tails. :)
ReplyDeletePerfection....paws marked in cement are true poetry!!!love it Shay
ReplyDeleteIf we had a dog running the country right now, think of how much better off we'd be.
ReplyDeleteJust what we all needed to read! Lovely, and thank you.
ReplyDeleteI adore the title and your poem has made me smile, Shay. A dog with funky feet! A magnificent mutt indeed!
ReplyDeleteOh that poetry could always be as perfect!
ReplyDeleteDogs just rock it for their canine sensibilities - the world's rules be damned! LOL - Great fun for the poetic amusement Shay :)
ReplyDeleteOops should not have been so glib asking how you were going to top the hair wax poem .... this comes quite close. Woof.
ReplyDeleteDogs are sovereigns of their own kingdoms, aren't they? This is such a beautiful ode to their indisputable freedom. ❤
ReplyDelete"poet!
ReplyDeletei shout
at the magnificent
mutt."
Yes! So good.