Open Poetry #15 |
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Walking the dogs |
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poetsguild Member
since 2001-08-12
Posts 85Florida |
Walking the dogs Every day around four they come to stare at me; follow me around the house expectantly - as if to say - it’s time to go now. I know it, but always stretch it out another hour or so until they are in a frenzy - Rosie tossing her head like a filly and Rocky spinning - a polka-dotted dervish. They trip me up before I can even get to the door as they yank me into the street. The late afternoon sun slants (a xanthic beam) across the shrubbery as the plumbago flares into a living conflagration of blue sparks. The dogs pull their leashes hard in opposite directions, pulling me off kilter, threatening me with the feel of asphalt crashing into my knees; doesn’t take much to throw me these days. Then I see it. An osprey buoyant upon the aerial currents, wing tips spread like fingers; gliding against the firmament, taking my breath with it. For a moment I see the tops of trees and houses, small movements on the ground - the flash in the water. We swoop to extract the wriggling prey from its submerged existence, bear it to a pine limb and breach the scaly carcass. The dogs tug me to the ground. © 2000 Melissa Songer |
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Alan Senior Member
since 2000-09-12
Posts 1499right next door |
with my owning more than one dog...I know where you are coming from. Good read. alan |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Inspiration can come from the most daily of routines. Loved the images and saw the ending coming. LOL |
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poetsguild Member
since 2001-08-12
Posts 85Florida |
Thank you, Alan and Duncan. Love my puppies but they can be tricksy at times. |
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