PoetryPause Blog – Matthew Ashbrook

Tag: Pets

Walking Rocky

by on Dec.08, 2017, under Poetry

The time is drawing near,
The dog must go outside;
To take a little walk,
Relieving his inside.

But now the snow is falling
And the wind is rather brisk,
I’d like to wait ‘til summer
But I can’t take the risk.

He’s small, his bladder likewise,
So he can’t wait that long
But still procrastinating
The waiting I prolong.

He’s dancing by the doorway,
He whines to beckon me –
Just a few more minutes
And we’ll go find a tree.

He cocks his head to listen,
To understand my plea;
Let’s get your coat and mittens
Or sorry you will be.

We do for others often
Some things we’d rather not;
But when you care for others,
This is what you’ve got.

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Down the Line

by on Sep.13, 2017, under Poetry

They’re folding up tents now,
The show is leaving town;
A show that brought a smile,
Leaving nothing but a frown.

A parking lot that’s empty,
No lights ignite the night;
No revelers in chorus
Laughing in delight.

The trapeze been dismantled,
The circus rings are packed;
The big top hits the highway,
Along with every act.

New faces will be waiting
For the circus lights that shine;
When the old show reassembles
Somewhere down the line.

Nothing ever changes,
The new replace the old
To follow every footstep
In every story told.

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Goose Down

by on Nov.20, 2016, under Poetry

A wounded bird
Left behind
The winter just ahead;
His flock flew off
To warmer climes
To seek their daily bread.

A goose that’s found
A place to hide
Each day beside a pond;
I see him scramble
As I pass
To walk the woods beyond.

He floats to safety
On the tarn
But something is amiss;
His wing is twisted,
Out of place,
And he can’t fly like this.

Unlikely that
He’ll live ‘til spring,
Not built for winter’s ways;
Not something I
Look forward to,
Beholding his last days.

We play the game,
The hand we’re dealt,
Abiding nature’s rule;
And to the weak
Discarded ones,
The world can be so cruel.

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Hope’s Last Days

by on Apr.25, 2016, under Poetry

Hope Pensive

She’s loud and demanding
But this I forgive –
For the lumps have returned,
And she’s not long to live.

She’s pensive these days
As she watches and waits;
Unaware of the hand
That’s been dealt by her fate.

Or maybe she knows,
Who knows a dog’s mind?
Who knows if she knows
Of her damaged design.

For now she is back
On the meds and the care
For as long as she has
Of these lives that we share.

Our roles now reversed
For her ride to the end;
As she’s been to man,
I’ll be her best friend.

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Thoughts

by on Nov.08, 2013, under Poetry

Walter and Fall Small

His dwelling safe from elements,
The wind and cold he circumvents.
Through the view he supplements
The coddled life he represents.

Falling leaves, the prey of chase –
Through the glass, each one he’ll race.
Anticipation on his face,
Between the panes, for capture brace.

An agile mind, dynamic thought
Within imagination wraught;
With enemies and prey he’s fraught,
He lives the dream the image caught.

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Simple

by on Nov.06, 2013, under Poetry

Oso Sleeps

Fast asleep
And not a care;
No concerns,
He’s unaware.

A canine’s view
Of rabid dreamscapes,
Lost in fields
Of ether sun drapes.

There are no burdens
In his day;
No consciousness
Of life’s decay.

Contrasting lives
Of trial and measure,
A simple life
Of simple pleasure.

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Aging Dog

by on Nov.04, 2013, under Poetry


An Aging Dog

He ages right before my eyes,
The stray that came to stay
And gave himself a brand new start
On that October day.

Encouraged first to go away,
A notion he refused;
Now a little grayer grows,
His energy diffused.

He lifts himself across my lap,
Eight stone and then some more;
His size much better suited for
Reposing on the floor.

In company he’s happy,
He’s bonded to the one
Who sheltered him when summoned,
His hunger didn’t shun.

Aging now before my eyes,
His friendship tried and true;
When he came from nowhere,
I wonder how he knew.

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Redemption

by on Jul.05, 2012, under Poetry

I’ve made all the rounds,
Amends I have made,
The daily disturbance
And nightmares will fade.

My wandering hound
Now safe under wrap,
Had made quite a racket
As she hunted and trapped.

A howl that echoed
Beyond many miles
And failed to produce
A singular smile.

So off to the neighbors
I traveled to tell
Of her capture informing
They’re free from her hell.

Though I knew not a one,
They all knew of me –
It’s not a good sign
That I’m good company.

But they all were forgiving,
And shared a few laughs
And told of their families,
Their own little gaffes.

I’m back in good graces,
A pariah no more –
‘Til the next time she slips
Right out of a door.

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Last Charm

by on Jun.07, 2012, under Poetry

Four months on the lam,
Though always quite near –
The dog driven by
Trepidation and fear.

She developed her habits
But just out of reach,
And weathered the winter
Like a day at the beach.

Chasing the shadows
That frequent the woods,
The sounds and the smells
As any dog would.

Ever more trusting
As time passed away,
She let down her guard
Then she I betrayed.

Like Judas to Jesus,
Her trust I waylaid
And the light in her eyes
Would soon start to fade.

She entered a doorway
With me standing near,
Opportunity struck,
The doorway she cleared.

I brought the door shut
And secured her in place
While a crestfallen look
Came over her face.

I’ll bear the guilt daily
As she’s kenneled and led
On her wooded walks leashed
Where together we tread.

But she’s safe from the hunters
Who would bring her to harm,
The memory of freedom
Like a bracelet’s last charm.

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Oso’s Sad Tail

by on May.29, 2012, under Poetry

His days of freedom over,
He’s tethered to the deck –
His psyche is effected,
His attitude a wreck.

The warnings are forthcoming
Unaware, he has no fear;
Someone’s going to shoot him,
He’s chasin’ all the deer .

I wander out without him,
He looks as if to cry;
He’s used to travelin’ freely,
He looks and wonders why.

Authorities have warned me,
Don’t let him pass from sight –
The hunters nurture deer growth
And shoot what brings them fright.

Demoralized and saddened,
His eyes tell all a tale –
The dog depressed, defeated,
No longer wags his tail.

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