My name is Daniel…
I’m a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel…
My friend’s name is Ray…
He wants to hump me all day…
Ray’s a frisky young pup…
Seems constantly boned up…
While we are indeed good friends…
I’m not sure what he intends…
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As if there could be a world
Of absolute innocence
In which we forget ourselves
The owners throw sticks
And half-bald tennis balls
Toward the surf
And the happy dogs leap after them
As if catapulted—
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My dog slops water
with urgent abandon
like a prize pig from teeming troughs
The prosody of his play is
Loose and wild —
He seizes the dog park by the neck
A rabbit darts across our path
And murder fills his heart,
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Will the sun always shine...
Even on a rainy day...
Will there always be sunlight...
So the kids come out to play...
Will the birds always sing...
So their music fills the air...
Will you always love me...
Will you always care...
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Only the human dead may lie
In God's good acre wide and fair;
Those of an humbler kind who die
May not have shelter there: -
Not Dan, who spent his lifetime in
Such deep devotion, such warm trust
Toward man, - 'twould seem there might have been
Some corner for Dan's dust;
Not Chum, a little blind boy's guide,
Not Mike, who raced on eager feet
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Dogs have joy correct -
They find it in the mundane.
A walk as good as vacation.
These are poems about dogs and doggerel about dogs...
Dog Daze
by Michael R. Burch
Sweet Oz is a soulful snuggler;
he really is one of the best.
Sometimes in bed
he snuggles my head,
though mostly he plops on my chest.
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Going up the hill that we once climbed
The autumn leaves were falling like tears
Remembering how people greeted us
As though were royalty
I miss having you follow me
Like a little lamb was my pleasure
It is what I miss dearly
You were my sweetie, my world
And the emptiness cannot br filled with poetry
Though, I am still typing
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I hate to chortle at the sound of broken laughter,
Just like I refrain from weeping when dancing smoke fills my eyes . . .
But when dogs mourn alone,
I chafe my hands with the cold of tears of solitude.
Monuments and cairns I crave among the icy
Terrains, where dogs’ paws leave eternal marks —
The print-marks of an important visit,
Evidence of life on desiccated earth.
On board The Fram they sailed majestically
In the beginning,
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These are poems about animals and nature...
The Arrival of the Sea Lions
by Michael R. Burch
The sound
of hounds
resounds in the sound.
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