It’s a dog’s life.

Covid19 seems to have shrunk my world to a few people and a medium town in the Midlands. No longer are my poems on subjects life unfairness, injustice and poverty. Instead I think about dogs! Perhaps it is self preservation in a world which too big to solve. I suppose I could justify this poem as a form of mindfulness and appreciation of what I have; a thankfulness for the simple things in life.

I scratch the floor, at something after four
And wait for the sound
Of her stumbling down the stair, in her second-hand nightwear
To let me out the back door. 
In the misty garden, dark, I let out a muffled bark,
I can't help it, its an involuntary twitch.
She stands and waits, while I dither and cogitate
Deciding the best place to sh..
Then I follow her to bed, and settle by her head
And dare to lick her face with a kiss.
At seven my tummy rumbles and out of bed I tumble,
Pawing her curled up form.
A breakfast of sardines, sprinkled with some beans
And I'm ready for my daily walk.
I pull her to the park, chase Pippin for a lark
And if I'm lucky find some wet fox poo.
I wander up the hill, sniffing and cocking until
She hands me a treat and my lead,
Cos' she's finished on her phone and it's time to wander home
Where she wipes my fur and paws. 
The rest of the day I sleep, curled up, my head on my feet
Dreaming of rabbits, squirrels and sticks.

It's a dog's life, so, being the master, I know,
She can't resist my doleful eyes.
I wag my tail madly and she'll laugh and gladly
Give me what she knows I want.
I don't need to nip and grovel, my life is doggy simple.
Food, poos, treats and cuddles. 

I've no need to moan or grouse,
For I'M the master of her house.

Published by poetdoesarun

I started running 16 years ago to help manage anxiety and depression and found the endorphins helped me in another write my sermons for Sunday.... and then inspiration came for poetry. A Christmas present 2017 was a book by Jo Bell, challenging the reader to write a poem a week for a year. This blog showcases these and other poems composed on the run.

One thought on “It’s a dog’s life.

  1. You are fantastic Valerie. Thank you for making me smile this morning. Like you I think of furry animals in the form of Kitties! You have such a talent. Keep safe and keep writing 🙂


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