Two poems written by
Joan Adams Burchell
and copyright.
Dog Heaven
I think 'dog heaven' must surely
be a place where dogs can run;
No stake to tie or leash to walk
- just a place to run.
They'll sleep upon a pillow-cloud
by the light of a newborn star;
Food and drink and treats galore
will greet them near and far.
Angel-dogs will sing to them;
a canine choir sounds fun,
But, mostly I think dogs want their
heaven to be a place to run.
***
Thank Heaven
An enormous crow flew overhead
while my dog and I took our walk.
The ebony bird perched atop a high
pole and continued his deafening talk.
My dog stood still and cautiously
watched, her brown eyes keen to observe.
"Jenny," I said as I
watched my pet, "It's only a big,
big bird."
She looked at me, unconvinced,
and again to the crow went her eye.
It was then I knew what bothered
her and thanked heaven that cats can't
fly.
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