Post by vanessa on Jan 20, 2018 15:46:58 GMT
5th Street Dogborhood
Like the Queen’s guard,
black and white fur block my front door--
head pats required to pass.
Sasha, my own Secret Service pup,
places paws on my shoulders,
barks about all the suspects
she’s watched in the window
that morning.
Mollie, my first in command,
huffs until I bend down
to greet her. She gives me
side-eye for a hot second.
Her curled tail moves
supersonically.
I walk onto my porch
and am greeted by
green across the street.
It used to be a home
for pines and evergreens.
Now it’s a tennis ball fetching
zone for the lab two blocks over.
Frank leans over my white
chain link fence, asks,
How’s school going?
Big Brother is watching.
Top of the street, blue house
guy is parked in my freshly
snowblowed spot. He once
called the cops--Frank’s dog
was barking. I shovel a barricade
of snow around his tires.
Irene, sensing my departure,
walks out of her gate with
her fluffy white companion,
Savannah, AKA the conversation bait.
My neighbors know I only brake for dogs.
Like the Queen’s guard,
black and white fur block my front door--
head pats required to pass.
Sasha, my own Secret Service pup,
places paws on my shoulders,
barks about all the suspects
she’s watched in the window
that morning.
Mollie, my first in command,
huffs until I bend down
to greet her. She gives me
side-eye for a hot second.
Her curled tail moves
supersonically.
I walk onto my porch
and am greeted by
green across the street.
It used to be a home
for pines and evergreens.
Now it’s a tennis ball fetching
zone for the lab two blocks over.
Frank leans over my white
chain link fence, asks,
How’s school going?
Big Brother is watching.
Top of the street, blue house
guy is parked in my freshly
snowblowed spot. He once
called the cops--Frank’s dog
was barking. I shovel a barricade
of snow around his tires.
Irene, sensing my departure,
walks out of her gate with
her fluffy white companion,
Savannah, AKA the conversation bait.
My neighbors know I only brake for dogs.
