And like all dogs, I always keep up with all the news through the network. Of course, humans can’t understand how complex our system is, so I write poems to help you see.
haiku, by Perdita Whacknoodle, dog poet
A sound, faint as the
Scent of yesterday’s bacon.
Yes! I know that bark!
Far down, at street’s end,
Butch the boxer tells the news,
No cat goes unremark’d.
His report is full,
He spills the beans. As always.
We dogs understand.
So now I will sleep,
Knowing all the latest news.
No worries at all.
I hope you enjoyed my poem today. Of course, I am mostly a writer of stories about my family (and my opinions about the world). But sometimes, I just find that a poem erupts.