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Watchdog

My littlest dog keeps himself extremely busy

with many tasks and duties, first and foremost

guarding this house against intruders, i.e.

screaming at any person or dog passing down the street.

Catching squirrels which includes stationing himself at

the base of the redbud tree for as long as he must

until they finally escape away in the treetops.

Carrying his many disemboweled stuffed animals

in and out in and out of the house all day long.

Yelling from the car at any dog or person

choosing to walk on any sidewalk or street.

Chasing off the raccoon and the white cat

that lurk outside the fence at night.

Preventing my neighbor’s dog from ever

leaving her home or entering her own yard.

Ingratiating himself to All who actually enter

our home despite his best efforts to keep them out.

Getting everyone to love him more than

Miles the hedonist (not working on Mother).

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Home Again

How simple a thing it is to be at home

again where one’s heart is

to occupy one’s own bed, the covers skimming

one’s bones as they are known to do

the familiar clock and lamp at the elbow

the special mug for tea now full now empty

to see the neighbor’s green house outside the window

to feel upon one’s thigh the known weight of a beloved dog

whose two baby teeth lie downstairs in a small blue bowl

where they could be found, admired, touched

whenever one wanted.

How simple how simply grand.

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Two Years Ago

Two years ago this day I brought
my handsome silverblack dog home
to start a life with me and here
he lies curled up beside me
beautiful young chap whose name
(given by my friend who died
five months later my friend whose
need led me to him) suits his
personality to a T.  Imminently
imperturbable eager to please
pleasantly eager loving friendly
sweet-tempered mild-mannered
Miles.