No mouse ran along the skirting board.
Various vermin refrained from that
Backdrop, yet ruefully
The cat kept vigilant watch over
The wall. Relentless eyes.
Stony silence.
The dog, however, all bright face and
Wagging tail, would break into a chase
At any passing car even though it
Could not abide the harsh taste
Of fender.
*
Copyright 2009 by Michael Marsters.
All rights reserved.
Woof Woof
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Hello, David š
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Thank you for the smile on my face. I’m thinking cat and dog can be moods we all go through. I’m in a barking mood today. š
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It is about human nature more so than animal nature…It’s good to know that you can relate š
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Okay, so you have descirbed my dog perfectly…the way she chases bikes and any truck on the road… š
And then – bad news – the new flat I recently moved into has MICE…so I found this poem really relevant to me right now! Oh sigh…I wish I had a cat though!
Chloe xx
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Yeesh, mice…dogs probably aren’t much help there…
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Funny good description. May I reblog to “Tales of Unwise Paths?”
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You may…
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Many thanks. š
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Reblogged this on Tales of Unwise Paths.
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