Shawn L. Bird

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poem- bother August 17, 2016

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:08 pm
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Fabric on the ground

Measure and pin.

Ah! A helper!

Sit on the fabric

Upset the pins

Give me kisses

Crawl into my lap

Production stops.

Canine cuddles provided,

into isolation you go.

Work resumes.

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poem-puppy love August 5, 2016

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:43 pm
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Wrapped around my leg

munching a clattering antler

fuzzy black love.

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Puppies are so sweet when they’re not chewing your glasses or devouring a black ballpoint pen on your cream leather sofa…

 

poem-friendly July 13, 2016

Filed under: Poetry,poodles — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:58 am
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You are eager to make friends,

straining toward possibility

Mom!  Mom! Let me go!

Hey!  Hey!  Friend!

But you must learn self-control

and prove reliable before

you’ll be unleashed on the world.

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First puppy obedience class today.  Someone was the most excited one in the room: way too excited to pretend to be one of the cool kids, and he talked WAY too much.  Apparently he is truly my dog. (cough).

 

poem-small June 14, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:36 pm
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Onyx eyes,  black beads,

glisten with wishes,

please take the gift,

toss gently, I’ll retrieve.

It’s only time between us;

you are almost all I’ve known of love,

though you may grieve

for what has been before;

I am now, and while I’m still small,

you’re all I want and need.

With time between us,

your love for me will grow.

 

 

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.

 

poem-realities May 4, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:44 pm
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It’s hard to love you

when you shred me,

slice my skin on the sharp tips

of those needle teeth.

It’s hard to love you

when you track mud,

make puddles, and leave

stinking pellets behind you.

It’s hard to love you

but your eyes twinkle,

and your tail wags

and you keep trying to climb into my lap

It’s hard to love you

but the hard things are worthwhile.

I’m building a love story

with training and time.

 

poem-puppy business April 29, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:21 pm
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I toss you to the grass

You bounce back to the deck.

I toss you to the grass

You bounce back to the deck.

I toss you to the grass

You bounce back to the deck.

I toss you to the grass

You bounce back to the deck.

I toss you to the grass

You race across the lawn

a bullet, a shooting star, a dragster

turn tightly around the pine tree.

You race across the lawn

a bullet, a shooting star, a dragster

turn tightly around the row of pyramid cedars.

You race across the lawn

a bullet, a shooting star, a dragster

turn tightly around the shed,

then stop and squat.

Ahhhhh… success.

You bounce back to the deck

supremely proud of yourself.

Puppy business done.

 

 
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