Morning Chill NotwithstandingA Poem by Doug Blairdog walks the manHe came and put The leash in my lap Toenails tapping happily Across the hardwood Gonna need the warmer coat But Champ has one Built-in already. Autumn morning sun Happily dancing Through few remaining Maple leaves. I give him lots Of lead for olfactory Exploration. What does he sense In that sniffing? Stories of the hunt? Amorous come-hither? Territorial exclamations? News in sidewalk and bushes? A twenty-something Girl in sweats Passes by with her Shelty Long, flowing Butterscotch beauty. We nod with smiles Sensing our private fraternity As canine greetings beneath Get more demonstrative. Last night's sleep went poorly There are hard decisions Today at the office But they are precious Pacing minutes away And my constant Buddy And I Pick up the tempo Lungs enlarging. © 2015 Doug Blair |
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Added on November 15, 2015 Last Updated on November 21, 2015 AuthorDoug BlairWaterloo, Ontario, CanadaAboutIn my sixties. Married. Father of two. Disillusioned lawyer who put on the blue collar. Poet. Blogger. Nature hiker. Newsboy for Jesus. Lover of most things Scots. more..Writing
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