Shawn L. Bird

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poem-popcorn haiku February 25, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:40 am
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The popcorn maker

called the scavengers to feast,

now only I eat.

 

 

 

poem- waiting February 11, 2015

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:01 pm
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2:50 a.m.

I’m getting to bed at a decent hour for once

(well, decent for me).

I let out the dogs.

One’s back in a minute, tail wagging,

as he heads to his bowl for a quick snack.

No sign of dog two.

I whistle.

I call.

Were I bi-pedal, I would put on boots

go in the back yard and bring him in,

but I’m mono-pedal and the office chair

isn’t up for a snowy back yard

never mind the slope I’d never get up.

So I’m waiting.

and waiting

and waiting.

This dog does this a lot

at 3 a.m.

Never at 1 a.m.

or 4 a.m.

What’s that about?

At 3:30, I shut out all the lights

and decide he can sleep on the porch.

until hubby get’s up at 5:00.

Then I see a ghostly shape on the other side of the glass door.

Oh, hello.  You’re back already?  Grrr.

I steer him down the hall, and he hops up on my bed

with wet, dirty feet.  I growl, and smack his butt.

I pick up dog one, who has dry feet, is about to die,

and pees promptly when I put him out and then returns to the door.

In the dark, dog two lies on the dog pillow and I hear cats yowling.

In my bedroom.

In his belly.

Mewling, and yowling, and squeaking, and meowing.

He shifts uncomfortably.

His stomach gurgles and growls.

He can have breakfast later.

I’m going to sleep with the good dog

at my feet.

.

.

(No.  He didn’t really eat cats, despite what it sounded like).

 

poem-broken August 5, 2014

Filed under: anecdotes,Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:33 pm
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We don’t appreciate

comfort

until the air conditioner

condenser breaks when it’s

40 degrees* out

because dog pee

corroded the evaporator coil.

The steaming

house is broken

and dogs get more expensive

every day.

.

.

*(that’s 104 if you speak Fahrenheit).

.

(good thing we love them, eh?)

 

 

 

poem- love sick June 16, 2014

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:36 am
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The dog has been slurping in the toilet

He saunters down the hall,

water dripping from his muzzle,

stops beside me, gazing adoringly,

and kisses my arm with long wet strokes.

As he flops to clean his privates,

I go off in search of soap.

 

poem- trim time March 9, 2014

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:06 am
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Your toe nails

echo in the hall like

a cavalcade of snare drums.

Thundering timpanic tribulation

of tip tapping echoing through my brain,

draining me of peace.

Your toe nails

four times four feet times two

(two square roots of feet)

Are a private percussion section

depriving me of sleep.

.

.

.

I need to trim the dogs’ toe nails.

Arg.

 

poem- alone February 7, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:18 pm
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Alone

in the spare bed

preserving the sleep

of the regular bed mate

thankful for the heat of

canine companions

who don’t complain

when I cough.

 

 

haiku- hot dog July 28, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:25 pm
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Overheating dog

stretching out on the cool–floor’s

better than a swim.

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It’s better because I have poodles, and drying after the swim is beyond onerous!  Despite the breed being named for their task of bird-dogging into puddles, I prefer mine to stay dry, and they seem of the same mind!

 

 
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