Poetry-  Gone to the Dogs                            
The Boston Terrier extraordinare from Whipple, Ohio.  The very famous Chet Baker,  of the Julie   Zickefoose blog.

A perfect study of black and white:  "All or nothing at all".

Haiku for Chet

Lively terrier
Your life has no shades of grey
All is black and white. 

                                   CBH   1-15-06
          Ode to A Corgi

    Oh handsome breed of Queen's joy
     the famous Corgi dog
     The wagging tailed goose-hound
     such a trail you've trod

     From low and menial work dog
     to the stables of Queen E.
     The even tempered herder-
      become celebrity.
    
     So here's to you Welsh Corgi
     a pint to you we'll raise
     A half-pint of a work dog
     Deserving of our praise!

                          C. B. Harner



Who says good Corgi poetry cannot be found
(Jimmers?)

It may be true that corgis do not have tales, but they once did... as their history sights that they were
"docked" in Merry 'Ol England.

Golden Retrievals
This poem was featured in the PBS special by Bill Moyers called...
Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention
seconds at a time. Catch?   I don't think so.
Bunny, tumbling leaf, a squirrel who's --oh
joy-- actually scared.  Sniff the wind, then

I am off again: muck, pond, ditch, residue
of any thrillingly dead thing.  And you?
Either you're sunk in the past, half our walk,
thinking of what you can never bring back,

or else you're off in some fog concerning
--tomorrow, is that what you call it?  My work:
to unsnare time warp (and woof!), retrieving,
my haze- headed friend, you.  This shinning bark,

a Zen master's bronzy gong, calls you here,
entirely, now: bow-wow, bow-wow, bow-wow.

                                          Mark Doty
"Fooling With Words"
Mr. Cody Comings, a great dog from Marblehead, Oh.
Fair time for the cats too.......

    
The Belled Cat's Lament

   Oh damn the bell she hung on me
   Cursed woman of the house
   It doth thwart my every plan
   For bird, chipmunk and mouse.

   I wait at bush and crouch to leap
   On unsuspecting prey
   And as I spring, the bell doth ring
   My morsel- gets away.

                CBHarner   10-28-04
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