Shawn L. Bird

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poem- tossing April 4, 2019

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:24 am
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I toss.

You race.

You leap.

You flip.

You pant.

You return

on a joy-fueled frenzy

for the fun of the chase.

To vicariously share your bliss,

I toss.

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(Just in from a supremely athletic game of fetch- with a Chuckit Flying Squirrel. Now a happily exhausted poodle is at my feet.  I once saw a Ziggy cartoon that said he just wanted to go to dog heaven and toss balls for eternity. I sometimes feel like that is already my prime raison d’etre according to Kiltti!  How about you? Do you play a lot of fetch?).  

 

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poem- tricks November 18, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:45 am
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This time

I’m walking forward and you are beside me,

four paws padding along,

wet nose nudging my palm now and again,

assuring me you’re there.

This time

I waken to the whining cries

of someone small who is not you,

blessed and depressed.

Time tricks,

I see your silhouette,

hear a gentle woof on the wind,

look around knowing it’s not,

wishing it was.

Now, time

reminds me that life is a tapesty.

Joys are woven in the warp;

we weave grief in the weft,

dark streaks that might be tears,

alongside the lemon-bright thread of laughter.

This time,

I’m grateful to wrap myself tight

in the memories of you. Grateful

as I go about another day.

 

 

poem- woof August 26, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:43 pm
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For National Dog Day

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You jump onto the end of the bed

as I sit to remove my slippers.

Before I can lift the sheets,

you’re at home on my pillow.

You sneak a glance, to see

whether you will get to stay.

Sorry pup,

perhaps another day.

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poem-Wednesday September 13, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:30 am
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I woke to my alarm’s

jaunty greeting, lay lulled, wondering where you were,

until I found the sense of you, pressed against my shoulder blades.

I lay, enjoying the warm weight of you,

until the alarm started up again.

It meant it this time.

So, regretfully,

I pulled away from you,

buried my face in your warm belly,

said farewell as you stretched and smiled up at me.

Wednesday will be a long day apart,

but I will return,

and you’ll be waiting,

eagerly.

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(a little homage to my canine companion!)

 

 

poem- pocketful November 14, 2016

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:01 pm
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Old blazer.

I reach into the pocket:

A piece of plastic wrapper and a hole.

While pristine on the outside,

Both sides within are eaten through.

Instantly,

the ghost of an old dog is in the room with me,

the metronome of his tail slowly waving

while he looks away

to hide the twinkle in his eye.

 

 

poem-mischievous July 8, 2016

I feel like I could follow him

around the house saying ‘No’

because getting into trouble

always seems his goal.

But mischief is usually

just a disguise for boredom,

so I’ll work on tricks instead

so I can reward him.

Making time is part of the contract

and I’m the one who chooses how to act.

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Look at those mischievous eyes!    There’s a lot of training to give him a job to keep him out of trouble!  So far (at 5 months old) he knows: sit, lie down, lie across my feet, stand on 2 feet, go to your bed, move back, fetch, drop the toy, trade whatever is in his mouth, put the ball on the lacrosse stick…

(Those awesome purple patent leather and psychedelic pink shoes are Fluevog Pearl Harts which were the shoes that celebrate finishing my Masters and my birthday last week. Very festive, no?)  🙂

 

 

 

 

 

poem-black nose June 4, 2016

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:30 am
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Little black nose

Pink panting tongue

Sparkling black eyes

Two paws on my leg

invitations to puppy fun.

 

 
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