too young for latte, too small to build

Poem #4 from: Memoir of a Dog

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he’s fascinating

short bursts
of a kind of leaping
ungainly run

sleep
piddle poo
then
running again

none of us
want to leave him alone
our new ball of fluff

he laughs at us

runs again

~

we’re in the middle of extensions

tradesmen and their tools
are everywhere
on makeshift floors
scattered between wall-frames

and he’s amongst them
the working man’s dog

too cute to be a nuisance
but a constant worry
in case he falls into some dark place
or gets stepped on

looks proud
of the wood-shavings
in his coat

~
coffee break

we sit
to take in
the afternoon sun
legs hanging
over the unfinished edge
of the flooring
tired from the day so far

a yelp

a cough

a sneeze

seems our sparky
thought the coffee
should be equally available
to all

his muzzle is wet
and brown
a cup is overturned

and he looks astounded

sneezes again

perhaps we should have
percolated
to better suit him

spilt coffee 30%


© Frank Prem 2009

Memoir of a Dog Poem 5: a small correction

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