dog park poems.

yesterday, my traveling poetry class practiced dog park poems in birdsboro at the the danielle ruiz-murphy center for animal welfare and dog park. 

some notable moments not captured on camera involved one dog humping another dog's face (strangely tolerated by the muscular, semi-large dog taking that hit) and lots of mud water-drinking despite fresh bowls of recently poured clean water sitting a few feet away. oofh.

here is one poem from the day, along with a winter-reminding eye-scene.

Mellow-Drama

By Sam Traten

Chipped, spayed and neutered, we’re at the dog park

today. Parts added, parts taken away. Notably missing is

Forgiveness. Hold on, partner, don’t take that the wrong

way. Here’s the thing:

Our relationship, eons old, dog and person, has discovered

how to bypass the whole you wronged me, I forgive you

you humans, among yourselves, play roughhouse. I, your dog, even

left alone, waiting for you to come home, pour kibble, take a bathroom-break

walk, stroke fur, nuzzle face and ears, romp and fetch –

never bothered to learn forgive and forget. No need, it’s

built in. Today, now and forever, I am happy

to see you. I care for you, you are my sunshine,

my beginning and my end. I’ll leap and spin at your

arrival, crouch the downward dog, look lovingly

in your eyes, doggy-smile at your attention, your approval.