Wednesday, April 25, 2012
April is Poetry #25
Every morning on the back patio, my dog, paws delicately crossed, keeps watch like a stone lion for the neighbor's cat. At least, so she says. What really happens is that she leaps for the first available squirrel.
Statuesque canine
daily seeks SBS*
To uncross my paws
*Single Brown Squirrel
Are you tired of haiku about my dog yet? I find her more interesting than flower blossoms.
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Definitely not tired of the dog haiku. Thanks for the smile this morning :).
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