The dog got out again last night,
running the woods under a moon
scantily veiled by thin black branches.
Today we cleared the fence line,
chopping through thick green grass and
vines of midsummer growth.
Down in one corner, the dog
had spun a nest from bent grass—
woven like a blanket.
The breeze slides through the tangled bed
of sweet summer scents, stirring deep longing
and a wish to run tonight with the dog.
Pamela Olson
Image is “Companion” by Rick Mobbs
Oh, what it would be like to be free, like a dog.
When I was little, I would hang out with my dog in the back yard a lot. That was when I used to like to go outside and whatnot. My backyard was amazing, whereas now I don’t even really have one anymore.
Oh, how I miss her.
This particular dog is an australian shepherd mix who is way smarter than I am. She is an expert at getting out of yards. She loves to chase deer and visit other dog friends.
Beautiful one, love the “dog’s nest.” Although I’m fairly new reader of your blog, I find I’m already looking forward to your new poems/posts.
I love this.
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Wanted to let you know that every Friday I do a Rockin’ Chair Writers prompt. You’re welcome to join in.
I just love the imagery you’ve woven around Rick’s painting, Pam. “..had spun a nest..” is great image – my two small dogs do a lot of “nesting” in blankets, clothes, towels, and it’s amusing to see them going round in circles and pushing and pulling to get things “just right” before plunking down in their little nests. Love this one, really. I’ve highlighted it along with the other poems that go with this painting over on my other blog, Poetmeister 4 Poets!