Animal Observations

Animal Observations

A Poem by Drifting Blue
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Just doodling

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There’s a tamed wasp living in my doorway
That we’ve taught to sit up and roll over.
Next he will play dead.
 
I’ve imagined that if I were a dog
I would be a St. Bernard
A loveable slob, lots of drool.
 
In Africa I saw a bored lion lying across the road
Just sizing up the competition.
We win.
 
You never see movies about monkeys
Monkeys are obvious
Clowns with seltzer bottles.
 
I saw my cat lick his butt
Lovingly, patiently
I thought of éclairs
 
FIN
 
 

© 2008 Drifting Blue


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"I've imagined that if I were a dogI would be a St. BernardA loveable slob, lots of drool." This reminds me of my 16 year-old son... He's huge, he's a mess and I love him so.

I don't know what kind of dog I would be... hmm, one of those little nervous things that little old ladies keep in sweaters maybe.

Cat butts and eclairs mmm, I'd say peaches maybe, unless you had one of those hairless alien things... then maybe a nectarine.... I am being s-i-l-l-y! This was fun... Thanks

Kristina

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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WOW, very cool! Love it, completely and with furry stinging affection. Classic. Send me read requests anytime...
Sincerely,
Adam

Posted 13 Years Ago


omg i love this, surprising but comforting arena and subject and wording made the read pop and twist and turn. naturally. I so dig!

Posted 13 Years Ago


You know the entire poem was great, except for the last three verses; I think you were going fro something funny but it's just plain disgusting.
Love for animals is in every joke in the poem. My favorite part is the one with the lion :).

A.M.


Posted 13 Years Ago


This put a smile on my face, and I thank you for that.

jkb

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"I've imagined that if I were a dogI would be a St. BernardA loveable slob, lots of drool." This reminds me of my 16 year-old son... He's huge, he's a mess and I love him so.

I don't know what kind of dog I would be... hmm, one of those little nervous things that little old ladies keep in sweaters maybe.

Cat butts and eclairs mmm, I'd say peaches maybe, unless you had one of those hairless alien things... then maybe a nectarine.... I am being s-i-l-l-y! This was fun... Thanks

Kristina

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your observations are clearly funnier than mine.
And your words conjure up an instinct to see out of the box.

...and I don't think I'll ever look at cats licking themselves the same again...


Posted 13 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yes I love the notion of honing and perfecting our self control and the "control" of everything else! All is order...Hardy Har har! Fine work and such a silent sizzle Roaring!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

lol...

hmmm. creative... thoughts...
doodles..

SO, is this really how your
thoughts unfold?
just curious. :)

Mine are weirder. :P

Enjoyed.. thanks!
I'll never look at wasps the same.. lol

Posted 13 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

lol... Random...

This was an interesting type of poem that tells me you were mindlessly, if not vaguely, pondering. It's got some humor in it and a seemingly organized structure I must admit. lmao! Keep it up, buddy!

Ironically Yours, Blade and Blood

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Drifting Blue
Drifting Blue

Bad Lands, NC



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