Sat., Feb. 19, 2011
Chase & I returned just now from a chilly visit to our ZenRiver Gardens retreat in the pioneer mill & mining hamlet of Malone. The false spring thaw of the past 2 days lured us there for the first time in 2 months, but a very bitter and wildly windy front had come thru last nite, and after hanging 3 sets of prayer flags & wandering around thru crunchy snow, we headed home.
CHASE'S CANINE CORNER: "Dogku" (dog haiku)
Two winters ago Chase and I hiked on the Marmora sewage bay trail. Chase communicated a series of linked haiku to me during our hike:
rolling on my back
kicking snow in the air:
sun on my cold belly
(personally, I mistrust 17 syllable haiku, but then this is Chase's poem)
sniff, snuffle
porcupine den tree:
OUCH!
old enemies
this muskrat and I
exchange blood
wonderful! wonderful!
fresh, fresh snow
cleaner than my lazy master's house
bored with his heels
I leap ahead:
my turn to break trail
pee smells, poop smells
wonderful! wonderful!
cold air amplifies
sniff ... hmmm
this is a BIG dog
master says timber wolf
What! what ...
brush pile
full of wild smells
my ears so shaggy
where is Chris?
where? where? there!
sniff . . . snuffle
happy days
happy nites
Chase ... wrooooof! the Zen master dog
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3 comments:
A worthy new poetic genre, Dogku, well articulated by two venerable bearded ones!
Catku:
not a chance meeting
your reaching hand
my teeth
by Measha
damn good thing that he did''t hump your leg !
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