Looking At The Dog Poem by Zyw Zywa

Looking At The Dog

Rating: 5.0


I get too fat
I can't go anywhere
The grass is too high

Not for Collie
She feels at home here
For me it's a fairy tale

of Grimm, the forest is dark
it makes sounds all night
and it pushes against the house

which is not as beautiful as it seems
with the luxury glass, the frills
and the canopy above the door

It's hard working all day
In the evening we look at the dog's
running, until bedtime

Thursday, November 18, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: boredom
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
'Cape Cod Evening' (1939, Edward Hopper) --- Collection 'NightWatch'
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Wood 18 November 2021

Listening to nature, the sound of crickets, birds and dogs are an evening pasting that is so relaxing. A lovely poem.

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