Bearnaise Sauce Dogs, Whimsy

Whose Woods

(For Pure Luck, and with full credit and apologies to Robert Frost.)

Whose woods these are? The city's, so
I stop to walk my dog while snow
keeps falling everywhere and here
is a good place for dogs to go.

My great big dog gives me his ear
and follows staying very near
to see which path his "mom" will take
although her choices may seem queer.

The woods grow dark and deep, a flake
of snow and more — a million — make
a late storm — oh! I wish to weep.
He gives his collar tags a shake,

for grey berries begin to leap.
He bounds away, his vow to keep
of squirrels to chase before we sleep,
of squirrels to chase before we sleep.

More March Madness 033

(Yes, what we really needed was more snow, because clearly, we didn't have enough already.)

7 thoughts on “Whose Woods”

  1. Did you really get more snow? Here, it just came out of the sky and disappeared as it hit the ground. The colder weather was unwelcome, though, making puddles back into ice.

  2. Yes, we did, an amount that required shoveling of sidewalks and steps, 3 inches or so. It snowed lightly all day until about an hour ago.

  3. Our dog Jazz ‘patrols the perimeter’ each day checking for squirrels.
    I loved the poem… thanks.

  4. a long time ago I started a poem based on this one of Frost…. but didn’t get so far. I love as well the ‘squirrels to chase before I sleep…”

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