five Haiku by Chloe
Posted in The poetry of dogs on 01/28/2009 03:58 pm by margot lasherThe bearded human fears to see me grow.
He thinks I’ll dump his canoe.
6.
I cock my head and strain to grasp their meaning.
Alas! they don’t speak dog.
7.
The trainer with the squirt bottle is to be feared.
She understands me.
8.
The little human with striped socks is a push-over.
She gives biscuits.
9.
The human keeps telling me to sit.
Let her sit! I have things to do.