One of my old free verse poems
I've been reading through an old poetry manuscript I wrote many years ago. I found this, and knowing there are so many dog lovers here I decided to let you read it. Not Pulitzer material by any means, but what the hell.
Enjoy!
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BRER DOG
Bre'r Dog, it's just too fine a night
for layin' at your master's feet
inside too small a house,
when black woods call with endless
scents and sounds-- Prick your ears!
Listen to the distant call! The pack
just wants to run and chase, and
wouldnt it be fine to stick your wet
cold nose down rabbit holes all filled
with earthy richness, padding paws on
rustling crackling autumn leaves
so cool, so fine to chase a hissing cat
right up a tree, to nip at loping cows tails,
running full-speed through the meadows
wet with dew and thick with burrs
so sticky tangly caught within your fur,
and splash on down the running creek,
all chilly cold within the late night madness breeze,
and best of all this deep dark world is YOURS
until the very break of dawn!--
Bre'r dog, what say let's you and me
bust out tonight and do some
howlin' at the moon?
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