Old Dachshund
Old Dachshund is a grand duke dog
Older than he should be
It’s night, and the snow flies
He steps outside and toward the
Dark, Old Dachshund barks three times
Believing now his domain is secure,
He turns ‘round, seeking warmth
Inside
clcouch123
In conversation, I prefer Christopher. My mom named me after Christopher Robin, after all. In writing, I use “C L Couch” (or, more simply, “c l couch”) because the form is genderless and also frankly easier to use. I have awful writer’s cramp. I am an educator more or less retired, more or less due to disability. At present, I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA). My writing here I mean to be occasional and also devotional. Either or both. The banner and profile photographs are by my friend and peer Debra Danielson. More of Debbie’s work to be enjoyed is at debradanielson.org. Thanks to each of you and both and all for coming to my blog.
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clcouch123 
April 5, 2016 at 6:55 pm
Well done! My Old Dachshund is protecting me as I write this…from under his blankie! LOL
April 5, 2016 at 9:33 pm
Thank you! At this moment, Old Dachshund is snoozing beneath his blanket. Such guarding we get!
April 5, 2016 at 10:47 pm
Wonderful image of this dachshund in this poem. I can picture it so well.
April 5, 2016 at 11:33 pm
I’m happy you can picture the dachshund. For a small dog, he has a big character. I know you know how dogs can be.
April 8, 2016 at 2:43 pm
Totally my young dachshund, too.
April 8, 2016 at 2:58 pm
Great! Thanks!