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.
poem-puppy love August 5, 2016
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
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
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
Little black nose
Pink panting tongue
Sparkling black eyes
Two paws on my leg
invitations to puppy fun.
poem-realities May 4, 2016
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
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.
Poem- babies April 17, 2016
Twenty-nine years ago today
I held a baby in my arms,
after 9 months of nurturing her
under my heart. Reading everything on
growing the best baby, checking off the nutritional
requirements every day,
doing my best to be the best mom.
Dreaming about her future, who she might be.
Today, I hold a baby in my lap,
a black ball of fluff that wags its tail at me.
I studied its pedigree and now,
I watch training videos and imagine the fun we’ll have.
I might be a better puppy mommy?
We’ll see.
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😉
poem-solemn April 15, 2016
Oh, how I miss your solemn eyes
Dark brown pools of devotion
and doggy wisdom.
Oh, when I stare into the
bright black buttons
of a puppy’s giddy newness,
I know how soon
he will have ancient wisdom,
and leave us, too.
poem- another chance April 10, 2016
It’s new again.
Baby love.
Cuteness overload.
I miss old, familiar love,
but this sweet face is balm
to a broken heart.
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Miniature poodle Mrang Such Outlandish Style (Kiltti) 13 weeks old.
Shawn L. Bird 