2nd Annual Poems About Pets Month
#1
Hey everyone. 
I kinda dropped the ball on this one as it should have been run in February. 
Thought we could give it a run for March and call it a warm up for NaPM.

Some fun pieces last year.
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#2
Pussycat Love
 
You don’t come
       how I want
            your purr of a voice 
                        body lithe, wishing.
I wait willing
            only a lonely in-vain offering.
 
Staying at fingertip’s distance
            watching
your eyes of amber wonder,
“Am I prey 
            or predator?”
 
A conversation we’ve had before.
 
As a reticent sea succumbs
to the waning moon brings
            a careful caress 
eyes slitted with pleasure, a body humming.
 
Moments stolen
            I know
not to have
            only given
Still, I feel
            the thrill of surrender
not knowing
            when sharp things might come.


Thought I would get things started with a revamped version of a previous poem I never posted.
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#3
edited retro from NAPM 2021


Amor Perros

I saw him along the highway 
between Lometa and Lampasas
on an October day
made a u-turn
got out of the truck and sat in the weeds
until I could coax him to me.
He was almost hairless with mange,
skin and bones, a puppy.
I put him in the passenger seat,
and got back in the truck;
he’s been with me ever since,
to South Dakota to see the Black Hills,
Colorado to buy weed,
New Mexico, walking the Sangre de Christos,
and to underworlds looking for my son’s ghost.

He’s slept with me every night for six years,
so I guess I’m saying,
I don’t need Forgiveness anymore.
I got Buster.
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#4
Merlin

You’re just a cat, and lord
of no country, yet you are a guardian
in the hall- a nocturnal magician
performing early a.m. sleight of paw.

Your eye beams scan each shadow,
and you slink up on any noisy window.
Committed to your secret plan, each corner
remains at your command.

Always ready to console, though you keep
your people under control, each one
plays the role you gave; you tolerate
those who behave.

You guide each hand with silent demand;
nudge your head for indulgent petting,
and firm scratching behind yours ears.
You measure time in naps, not years.
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#5
your ashes
and plastered paw prints
take pride of place

bookending the signed Burroughs 
the first edition Steinbeck
and my treasured copy of Kerouac's 
"Safe in Heaven Dead"


I visit them often
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#6
freezing rain or no
a puppy's gotta go pee--
our two brave faces
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#7
sneezes in the dark
shower over my slumber
the cat has a cold
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#8
Buddy had nightmares.

His jowls would shudder and snot
and he'd whimper like a teething toddler
till one terrific yelp would escape him.

I'd do my best 
to gently bring him 'round 
with soft strokes 
and whispered words.

He did the same for me.
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