Showing posts with label dog shit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dog shit. Show all posts

Thursday, February 23, 2023

Ala goes on a walk with grandpa

 


“Got to keep your eyes
on the ground, Ala!” – “Why? Are
there snakes?” – “No, dog shit.”

– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2023)

Note
This year's first haiku published here, and on such a pertinent subject no less. It might not hurt, though, to occasionally remind a child that glides on wings (“Ala” means wing) of what's on the earth.

Sunday, January 10, 2016

The early morning dog haiku

Barking. The shrill kind,
a smallish yelp. Ecstatic
to have done a job.


– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2016)

Note
I hope this renders the facts as experienced from my early morning office: the yelp of a dog being walked somewhere in the vicinity. Saw neither the dog nor its walker. The job is my interpretation. Alas, many of these jobs can be encountered in the vicinity.