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.

1 comment:

  1. Definitely not tired of the dog haiku. Thanks for the smile this morning :).


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