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Missing

Missing

(Old Poodle)

 

I have Old Poodle still

He’s here

And at the moment he is resting

He often lets me turn him like

A ragdoll

Like an organism without bones

Not even wire

 

He’s cheerful

Likes to nip my hand when I give him

Treats

Will go outside happily enough

And with more gusto return

His eyes are dark and shiny circles

As they should be

Mister Stephen from Hard Times

Might be impressed

 

Every now and then however

He looks a little lost

Not as if he doesn’t know where he is

But rather that someone else

Should be here

 

At least something that was intrusive in

His universe is missing

And the lack of energy and mass

Is disorienting

It’s Old Dachshund

Who died some months ago

 

C L Couch

 

 

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Old Dachshund

Old Dachshund

(a parting)

 

If I haven’t already told you,

Old Dachshund has died

He lived years beyond

The average for his breed

He was friendly and mischievous

(both, always)

 

He loved the life that rushed

Through his black nose shiny

(not unlike Rudolph’s red)

To the painter’s brush-tip of his tail

Consuming energies of no mean quantity

From his own exuding engine

 

Old Poodle persists

He wandered as if lost for a while

He can still jump a little

With an assist (admittedly)

So that he may join Mom and Dad on the sofa

When it’s time

 

It’s sad about Old Dachshund

We wonder how we will get on

We will

 

It will be long-going for a while

‘Bye for now, Old Dachshund

Co-maker of insistent verse

In

Sniffles, whines, and barks

That might invoke a muse

To bless the space irascibly, too

Around his little

Universe

 

C L Couch

 

 

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Picasso

 

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Land of Treats and Water

Land of Treats and Water

 

Old Dachshund and Old Poodle

Will one day find this

They look for it all the time

I hope in the kairotic way of keeping divine time

We will be there to meet them

To walk on grass that rolls just right

Up to the edge of heaven

 

C L Couch

 

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Old Dachshund

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

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