My dog of whom I am extremely fond
Has a habit of jumping in the pond.
Then he gets a certain smell
Which I know all too well,
And of which I am not that fond!
(A couple of days ago I took my guide dog Apollo for a walk in Crystal Palace park with my friend and his Rhodesian Ridgeback. Being a Labrador Retriever, Apollo decided that it would be tremendous fun to go swimming in a pond, twice!)
There once was a Labrador called Jeff
Who took a job as a chef.
He ate all the food
And was thought very rude,
But he loved his job did Jeff!
My lone feet pass
Along the path
Were autumn leaves freeze.
My dog loves
Snuffling amongst dead leaves.
I wish I could be so easily pleased!
I love this wood
As my dog does. Yet I regret
That I am caught in useless thought
While he just loves
Both it and me. he sees no tomorrow
Nor coming sorrow.
While I see the cold sky
As I pass
Along this path of fallen leaves.
I cut bread
And momentarily forget.
Then, a smile, tinged with regret.
You are dead.
There will be
No Labrador nose, to deprive me
Of my tea.
K Morris - Poet 