I Have No
I have no rain inside my house,
no grass instead of rug,
no tiny living dinosaur,
no belching monster bug.
Enormously Touching Reunion From a Dog’s Point of View
We just got back from a few days at UC Berkeley. The weather was perfect, we went on a dream hike with our son, I am swooning with happiness. When we picked him up at our dogsitter’s, Eli seemed glad to see us.
Dogsitter
Our dogsitter knows
just enough
to wonder
why
the dog
looks
so
guilty.
From a Cat’s Point of View …
Here in the piano room,
I purr on a lap.
This is my lap,
no one else’s lap,
mine.
Spring Evening at the Dog Park
Warm yellow light
spills over all of us,
dogs and humans.
When Eli Turned Two
Before, as if he hadn’t heard,
my memo slowly fluttered down. The words
which bid him to obey
would float above his brain all day.
Young Dog Dashing ~ imitating a poem I love
Young Dog Dashing, how do you run
With Greyhound and Husky in the dust and the sun?
In circles and twisting around the trees
Gathering others for the widening game.
Poop Patrol
Eli is hunching near the fence
on a patch of grass
by the third tree
from the tool shed.
In Pollywog Park
One middle school kid,
talking cocky
commandeers the outdoor glider.
A gawky squirt
in a shirt that’s khaki
tries high five but he’s an outsider.
Dogs Don’t Go to Funerals
Dogs don’t go to funerals.
They follow behind ghosts,
sniff empty slippers,
tilt their head in question,
pause to gnaw fleas
between the toes of a paw.