Dark silk fur flows
’round her soft body,
perfectly curled
for lapdog duty
but fumble the leash
and she’s a black flash,
low to the ground
like a chubby hovercraft.
I run in futile chase
fueled by dual fears
of distracted automobiles
and short-tempered gun-nuts.
Maggie runs, knowing only the joys
of freedom and speed.
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About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
Maggie is a good dog! 😄 great poem!
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Thanks. She was a very good girl.
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lol “and short-tempered gun-nuts” great iambic pentameter especially for a poem about a dog. very clever!
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Thanks, mate!
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