Angela Alexander

has found
a shady place
out on the deck
his tennis ball
just within
his reach

The ball
the greatest
of his treasures
forever guarded
against a hand
other than
my own

He’d swim
across a river
could I throw it
that far to fetch it
and then drop it
at my feet to
throw again

But should
you go for it
although asleep
he’ll nip your hand
just hard enough
you remember
It’s his ball


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to Dog`Days

  1. Good on you McGee. Sadly Bert would share his ball with all-comers…


  2. oh how I miss my Jessie and those afternoons of catch

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