The problem with dogs is underemployment.
Eons of DNA for running the tireless patrol,
cooperative hunting for fun and profit,
the upper-handed snarl, or deep-den digging
dirt-flying intensity or gnawing elk femurs,
or marking or sniffing out the latest odorous map.
All this reduced to a 20-minute walk, and a half-
hour yard run, two antique humans, one with
no sense of humor, a chair under the window, and
a horrid selfish cat who bits dog toes, ears, lips
anything to secure the sun-spot on the rug.
Ah well, waiting for the mailman will have to do
-- Mistryel Walker
Thursday, April 2, 2009
April 3 Poem - Canine Compromise
This is another poem I wrote during the poem a day April 2009 challenge - this poem was fir April 3: It's really about how mis-adapted we are for our modern lives....